Wrath of the Righteous: The Worldwound Incursion

[Eiketsu]

The kid's everpresent glower fades into a neutral expression, his sharp eyes quickly taking in the scene around them.

"Turtle up, big guy. I'm sure Sir Grumpy wouldn't want us cramping his style."

सुरक्षित, मेरे दोस्त हो

With a few muttered words and sharp, distinct hand gestures from the boy, a globe of opalescent armor envelops his companion, slowly compressing around him, reforming into a gleaming suit of pearly white, faintly glowing platemail. In response, the imposing warrior readies his massive blade, prepared to defend the boy.

Spoiler: Actions

Show

Raf: Casting Mage Armor on Krísi̱
Krísi̱: Hold Action/Defensive Stance

[Athelian]

Tovenares narrows her eyes at the insectoid creature's appearance and, following the suite of missed strikes against its twitchy hide, she seems to come to a decision. Rushing forward and darting behind the Armiger's cover, she cries out in some archaic, disjointed language, her words commanding the fabric of reality before, in an explosion of multicolored light, reality obeys.

Overcome by the wash of prismatic light, the fly, twitching and frothing at the mouth, collapses, falling onto and bouncing off of the Armiger's shield, before landing in an undignified heap at his feet, seemingly unconscious.

[-Pax]

Oddly calm given the situation, Sargyal begins to walk. Watching the others jump to action as soon as the fly came down on the knightly fellow, Sargyal picked up his pace to a jog toward the creature. The others were quicker than him to react this time but even if he had been able to attack the creature he could say with ease that he was not suitably equipped to be much more than a nuisance. Even so, he would simply have to make due with what he had, being a particularly well made boot. As the sorceress' strange mutterings and explosion of color caused the fly to collapse to the ground and twitch uncontrollably, Sargyal passed closely by Tamako with a curt, "Move." before settling between the sorcerress and the cleric. A strange metallic, swishing could be heard before a glint of sickly green light bounced off the well-kept dagger that jutted from the boot's toe. Sargyal brought his foot back and viciously kicked at the fly, attempting to land the blade inside the thrashing creature with a grunt.

Spoiler

Show

Move to B-9
Swift Action to arm Blade Boot
Attack Roll + Power Attack: (1d20+2)[15]
Damage Assuming a Hit: (1d4+5)[8]

[LordHavelock]

Spluttering with rage and pain after having been mauled by the monstrous vermin, Luc feels, more than sees the thing fall to the ground before him, and rather than waiting for anything else, stomps his spurred and booted foot heavily into the bloated mass of the creature's exoskeleton, pinning it's unconscious form to the cave floor and grinding it beneath his tread before putting both hands on the hilt of his sword and driving it down at the frontmost section of it's thorax, using his boot for leverage and putting his weight against the cross-guard of his blade in an effort to rend the vile creature's head in twain.

Spoiler: Actions

Show

Dropping shield as a free action and switching to two-handed grip on my longsword.
Coup de Grace against the unconscious giant fly:
(2d8+8)[10]