
Sir Garth suddenly blitzes forward...

Critical success! He gets behind an assassin and runs her through before she can react.

He then tries to strike down another, but she wisely decides to bail.

Despite her perk she lands on her face and gets disrupted.

Xalen flies over to Nimoë.

Alerted by the sound of flapping wings, she pushes herself up and squints, seeing the dark figure heading towards her.
Nimoë: "Stay away, wretched thing!"

Nimoë: "You're wasting your time! Our victory is inevita-"
*boot*
"You're lucky I will need you later," Xalen says as Nimoë crashes against the ground, unconscious [for the rest of the battle].

Normally Xalen can only switch forms at the start of his round, but with a successful heroic feat he manages to switch back to his knight form already.
"So close, and I'm still unable to kill you. You keep finding ways to vex me, Phineus." Wait, where'd he go?

Phineus was gone, and from his Black Citadel three Dark Elf Bloodbinders came rushing out. They had been expecting a ritual, not a fight, but circumstances declared they had to spill blood in a different way, something they were not at all opposed to.

The disrupted dark elf picked herself up and had enough movement left to join in a combined attack on Sir Garth.

One attack was parried, but the second blow was a crit.

Garth then added insult to injury by impaling one of the assassins with his counter strike.

The Bloodbinders repositioned while sticking close enough together to support each other. Normally bloodthirsty beyond belief, the warrior women now held off their attacks, knowing that all they needed to do was survive until the expedition's army had been crushed and reinforcements came to relieve them.
"Cowards," Xalen muttered.

I did this part of the battle first this time because it was convenient. As long as they're not fighting Phineus the order doesn't really matter. I'll resolve and get the rest of the round up in a couple hours.













































