To war once again (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Okay, go ahead and go then.

[Nephrite]

"Is that it?" Moore asks. "Fine, then." He points a finger and a ray springs out and travels at his opponent!

[13:20] <Nephrite> roll 1d20 touch, but I have a feeling I'll have to actually math this one out
[13:20] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 13 > [d20=13]

He's using Antimagic Ray -- I can calculate the touch AC if necessary, not sure what sort of badass I'm dealing with here.

[Anastasia]

Calculate away.

[Nephrite]

It should work out to be... 65, I believe, presuming my calculations are correct. If I'm on the cusp or something let me know but that should be right.

[Anastasia]

Do confirm, it may matter.

[Nephrite]

Okay. BAB is 20, Dex bonus is 12, my Inspire Courage Bonus totals 19, with the +3 from Surru's songs... oh and my own marshal aura of +1, the roll is 13... ah, I forgot my harp's other bonus to attack rolls, which is an extra +2... ah, and I forgot the size modifier, So it appears to actually be 68.

[Anastasia]

By the barest bit, the warrior twists out of the way of the beam, missing him by the slightest inch. His posture stiffens up at that near miss, regarding you anew, all attention on you.

Anything else this round?

[Nephrite]

"Well, now that I've got your attention, you have to realize you're losing this battle, right?" Moore asks. "I mean, look behind you. But if you think you're going to best me right now, then by all means, come at me again."

and no, he has nothing else to do except maintain his song, which he'll do.

[Anastasia]

"Tch," A vague sound of annoyance, the voice deep. A pause - and he jets down into the battle below, aiming right for Mirima!

Chance to react and do anything.

[Nephrite]

"Hey, I'm not done with my witty banter yet!" Moore shouts.

'Mirima, you've got one coming for you!' Moore sends to her! Hopefully it doesn't catch her off guard!

He's got nothing else to do except hope they've got someone(s) coming for reinforcements per his request.

[Anastasia]

'Who - ah!'

> roll 1d20+72 (+?? ????)
> roll 1d20+72 (+?? ????)
> roll 1d20+72 (+?? ????)
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 87 > [d20=15]
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 83 > [d20=11]
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 76 > [d20=4]
> roll 2d8+67+3d6+2d6+1d6
> roll 2d8+67+3d6+2d6+1d6
> roll 2d8+67+3d6+2d6+1d6
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 98 > [d8=7,3][d6=1,4,6,3,2,5]
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 104 > [d8=7,8][d6=4,6,3,1,6,2]
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 101 > [d8=6,5][d6=5,6,1,3,6,2]

You see it happen below - Mirima reacts but he's too fast, too powerful. She is impaled thrice, stiffening on three spears as one before sliding off. She's on her knees, one hand cupping her ruined stomach as warriors surround her, defend her.

Chance ot act.

[Nephrite]

He's not going to let this guy win... not today, not ever!

how far away is she? His intent is to go heal her if possible.

[Anastasia]

About 100ft down or so.

[Nephrite]

okay. I'll handle this when I'm no phone posting since it'll be a doozy

[Anastasia]

Cool.