"Ugh...consider yourself humored, bard." Len groans, both at the blinding pain and the godawful pun.
"Stay back, ace. That might not be all" She says with a heavy grunt, kicking the suit of armor away with a clattering bang. She sweeps up the broadsword as she climbs to her feet, breaking the eerie gloom with her swearing.
Initiative Roll
(1d20+3)[21]