The brutal and sharp movements of the badger remind Dahme’dre of something, but once again can’t seem to place. He slams the blunt of the glaive into the leader’s side with a burst of searing light. His stance is rigid and unmoving. Each is aimed to not only harm, but to crush the weaknesses of those he is fighting. It is ruthless. However, it does indeed seem to be a high-risk form of combat, as he keeps missing.

The man, with a dislocated elbow from the looks of it, starts backing up. He’ll disengage and begin moving toward the door. “Gah! You lot! Shove your boots down his throat already! Morons!”

Shankers 1 and 2: Attack: 19 Damage: 5 slashing damage and Attack: 13 Damage: 3 slashing damage

Knuckler 2: Attack: 9 Damage: 6 bludgeoning damage and Attack: 13 Damage: 7 bludgeoning damage.

The tough hide of the badger and its skillful movements deflect many of the blows, except for one blade that slams into his thigh. The young goon has a brief moment of triumph, which quickly fades when he sees the looming gaze of the martial artist.

Dahme’dre is up next!

Dahme'dre seems to be little more than a dustraction. Her failing annoys her and the plates an glasses rattle on the table as she growls. She tries again to quickly get a grip on the Leader Binding him (Wis DC 13), as she fires another Blast of her patron's power, hitting 7 (dis/adv. 9) for 6 (if crit: +3) force. (Stepping within 5 feet of the target to insure a crit, if the first spell succeeds.)

(I guess she should have tried to be more supportivevrather than trying to end it quickly)

Wis Save: 8

 As he’s walking, his body locks up, and you hear the faint groaning of a man unable to move experiencing intense frustration. However, the blast seems to fizzle. Perhaps Dahme’dre just doesn’t desire to seriously injure the man.

BADGER BOY GO

The chimera continues his silent onslaught. He targets an uninjured foe first, then clips any thug that looks close enough to unconsciousness for a butt from his pole. 

Attack 1 (reckless attack): 24 Damage: 11 bludgeoning damage + 5 radiant damage

Attack 2: 11 Damage: 3 bludgeoning damage

(Advantage rolled on discord for attack #2: 24)

The glaive slams into the back of the brawler’s head, sending him stumbling forward off balance. However, he has no time to react as the badger slams the butt of his glaive into the gut of the brawler, knocking the wind out of him.

It is around now that the two other goons disengage and start backing up. The injured brawler shouts at them, “Where are you going! Help me!” He’s going to throw two blind swings at the chimera.

Attack: 17 Damage: 7 bludgeoning damage and Attack: 19 Damage: 3 bludgeoning damage. Both land, but once again, the hide of the beast man is incredibly durable.

Meanwhile, the statue man: Wis Save: 19. He regains his movement and swings toward Dee, “That’s it, bullocks to this! Stay out of it!” 

Attack: 24 Damage: 5 bludgeoning damage and Attack: 17 Damage: 4 bludgeoning damage.

Dahme’dre is up next!

(As a free action, not intending to spend my action on persuade:)

Addressing his large opponent, the chimera speaks in a soft and terribly polite rumble as he gestures to his stripe,  "You have seen my mark. You know that I am Kaist- why fight me? Even should you win, Kirkgrim's shadows will take you." 

The man, winded and clearly regretting his choice to stand and fight you, wipes his mouth in a haggard posture, “Hah... hah... mate, don’t matter what you are to me... You’ve got no clue who you’re dealing with. You think Kirkgrim can even touch us? We own this city, the rest of you just don’t know it yet...”

 "Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" Dahme'dre asks rhetorically, holding a hand to the gash in her shoulder from the man's attack. (That save is actually at the end of his turn, not the begining, but I'll take it.)

She glares at him "Don't miss your chance to escape with your friends" and your life!  The dissonant chord presses against him, dealing 11 Psychic damage, and inciting his departure. (Wis save DC 13 for half)

Wait! You are right. That’s my bad. Retcon that away!

Wis Save: 19. Oh, so close buddy.

Just as man is freed from his bindings, he turns to run, clutches his head, and faceplants onto doorframe. He is unmoving.

Badger Boy’s Go!

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The man, winded and clearly regretting his choice to stand and fight you, wipes his mouth in a haggard posture, “Hah... hah... mate, don’t matter what you are to me... You’ve got no clue who you’re dealing with. You think Kirkgrim can even touch us? We own this city, the rest of you just don’t know it yet...”

 The badger cocks his head at that. "Kirkgrim may not be able to touch you," he says quietly, spinning his glaive for the windup, "But it seems that I can." The blade whistles through the air as the flat connects with the brawler's face. 

Reckless attack: 14 Damage: 12 bludgeoning damage + 6 radiant damage

Attack 2: 24 Damage: 6 bludgeoning damage

The second brawler also brings up his arms to block, which unfortunately leaves him open to a swift blow below the belt with end the of your halberd. There is a sharp and high-pitched inhalation of air before the brawler collapses. Yeah... he won’t be getting up for a bit.

Meanwhile, the other two Shankers make a run for the door.

Dahme’dre’s turn if she wishes, but combat is effectively over.

The badger stands over his (surprisingly challenging) foe. The syrupy golden stripe surrounds him for another moment, then fades away as the last of the toughs escape into the street outside. He sighs heavily, sagging a bit against his glaive, then sets the weapon against the wall. He binds the hands and feet of the two unconscious men. He rifles through their pockets for the gold they owe, plus (hopefully) a fair amount more for the damages to the shop. Looking up, he notices Dahme'dre and her wounds. 

Without a word, he tosses the mage a clean linen napkin from a nearby table. 

You find about 60 gold on each of the brawlers. Should be more than enough!

The badger only takes enough for their tab and the damages. He leaves the rest

Dahme'dre catches the rag thrown toward her, but she just sets it aside. With a puff of magic she cleans herself up. "Let me take a look at those wounds" she says, "Sorry, I tried to help, but it seems you had this situation well in hand." She waves a hand, and and heals he beast-man's wounds with a Word.

After she's examined the badger she checks the attackers to ensure they don't expire before the reach their cell. (Medicine: (4)39)

The badger stares mutely at Dahme'dre, confused. Most people don't address him conversationally, and he's certainly never heard an apology directed at him before. As the mage's healing magic knits his wounds together, he looks up in alarm- that's another first. He's far from fully healed, but... interesting. 

After a moment, he waves her apology away with his oversized paw, "You acted correctly: you saw four men sowing imbalance and you sought to right the scales." He looks around at the ruined tavern. Gold or no, his employer will not be best pleased with the results of this little scuffle. It was sloppy, inefficient. Plus, all of the patrons left. The badger lets out a heavy sigh; he'll have to find a new job. Again.

He honors Dahme'dre with the bao quan, then begins picking up the place. The shadows (or even the Corps) should have been around by now... Where could they be?

He glances over at the mage as he works. "Let me know if they begin to stir. I would know more about this group to which they claim allegiance."

Dahme’dre, as you are examining the wounds of your attackers, you find that both men are stable. It would seem that the “leader” was able to resist it enough that he was only knocked unconscious. Furthermore, you see that on both men’s wrists, there is a peculiar tattoo. It seems to be a fairly simple design of a hammer that says “Bloodright.” From your knowledge, it is totally mundane.

Sunny glances over at the tattoos, but they mean nothing to him. Room tidied as best it can be, he takes his glaive from the wall and sits cross-legged by the entrance to the tavern, awaiting the arrival of the authorities. After a moment of silence, he addresses Dahme'dre, "You did not come in here to stop a brawl. Tell me, what are you looking for?"

 "I'm not sure why I came in." Dahme'dre replies, "Sometimes the pattern of fate will bend to us, but he weaves us all into the pattern in the end." Dahme'dre says. She reaches out for Guidance humming her familiar tune. "These men may yet be of use to me, though. I am searching for something." Dahme'dre insures the bonds are secure. "Would you help me carry this fellow across the way there? I have some friends who might like to ask him some questions too..."