Haimon circles wide of the boulder, gaining the distance to bring his momentum to bear as he charges toward his foe. The spirit speaker whirls to face him, and meets instead the point of Haimon's lowered spear. The blade catches him full in the chest, and Haimon feels the force of his charge gathered up and diverted where the point of his weapon slides along a rib. The shaman gasps in pain as Haimon's weapon draws a bloody gash along the his side, but his vitals are unharmed, and he stands yet. Haimon brings the butt of the spear up as the tip bursts free of his quarry's flesh, making to smash it across the spirit speaker's face, but the force of his charge staggers the shaman backward and Haimon's follow up attack comes short of reaching its mark.
Then from behind, against all odds, Thyreus' blind rush through the mist weaves around the bandit tough's defense and he brings his mighty hammer crashing into side the spirit speaker's head. A dull, wet crunch fills the air, punctuated by a puff of red mist and stray drops of blood that freeze solid in flight. The remains of the man are carried to Haimon's feet by the force of the blow, where a dark stain begins to spread in the dust. Thyreus finds his sight again in his moment of triumph, and his roar of victory echoes off the rocks.
For a few moments, the faces in the fog scream silently while their forms lose coherance. Within the space of breaths, the final swirls of the fog itself melt away into nothing. Hileon, Thyreus, and Haimon feel the rays of the sun reach down to them once more, and draw deeply of the cleansed air.
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Corrected in OOC thread; blindness penalty is for total concealment so it doesn't stack with regular concealment. Thyreus hits. Shaman dies.
Thyreus: I put you at W12 so things could move along.
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Hileon <<<
Faern
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Haimon
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