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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 15 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Meeting Spot
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Unarmed Strike (hit: 5, hit: 23 dmg: 6)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Astral unarmed Strike (hit: 11, hit:14 dmg: 8)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] Mild Panic
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 3/5


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The fighters continued trading blows in the snow bitten moonlight. BlackBerry's breath froze into soft clouds in the darkness as he continued his part of the dance. The skeletal figure stepped forward with its right hand down in preparation for an attack, then shot it forward only for BlackBerry defensively swatting away the blow. But his guard had been fooled! The other skeletal hand shot out from the shadows and buried into BlackBerry's chest.

Biting back another cry BlackBerry jumped after the skeletons withdraw and tried to land a kick only for the creature to hop lazily away with a laugh. But he carried the momentum forward and planted his foot deep into the riding snow, snapping out his fist into the creatures chest. The remaining flesh upon its form collapsed under the blow But the remains of Toombes was apparently unperturbed by this damage to it's suit and simply laughed again almost with a bored drawl to its voice when it spoke. 

[color=00aeef]"Oh would you kindly-"[/color] BlackBerry spat, rage driving his next attack forward, the astral limb snapping forward into empty air where the skeleton had been just a moment before.

BlackBerry twisted on the ball of his foot following the creatures movements, it empty eyes, its stolen smile, its grotesque dress of the man it had once been now cruelly killed. BlackBerry ground his teeth.

[color=00aeef]"Do. Be."[/color] He stepped forward. An astral limb burned with fury into the physical plane. A yell tore from between clenched teeth. [color=00aeef]"Quiet!"[/color]

The astral limb tore apart the short space between it and it's target. Had the skull still be encased in flesh it would likely have just been a broken nose, a cracked cheekbone and a lot of bruising. Instead however, the skull snapped violently backwards on the hinge of the neck and what little flesh remained gave a token effort before snapping completely, and the skull flew backwards spinning away from the body into the darkness. The body stood for a few seconds, almost as shocked as BlackBerry, before it toppled forward into the snow. Finally at peace.

[color=00aeef]"Ah."[/color] BlackBerry, after a minute to compose himself, grimaced down at the corpse. Still with the Astral arms up he inched closer and then, because you could never be sure, nudged the shoulder with his foot. It didn't move. [color=00aeef]"Well. one problem solved...I am sorry Master Toombes. I do hope you did not suffer."[/color] He tried not to focus too much on the flayed skin of the skeleton.

BlackBerry turned away from the corpse and looked towards the main house, with nearly all its lights dark it looked quiet and picturesque in the falling snow, but to Blackberry it held a worrying question. He stared at it for any sign of something out of the ordinary, anything out of place, anything might reveal trouble was afoot. He couldn't see anything, not at this distance at least.

[color=00aeef]"Victoria?"[/color] He called to the darkness above hoping for a replying 'caw'. [color=00aeef]"Do say that is you there, and all else is well at least?"[/color]

In the flickering torchlight BlackBerry stood flanked by his astral limbs and steam rose quietly in torn rags from his lips, and blood from his wounds froze into red dripples. He inched forwards towards the path fighting the urge to sprinting down it.