If Fleia hears Sherri's shouting, she doesn't acknowledge it. The melee is well and truly joined, though Misha, Aphos, and Dornos are all still at the edges of the conflict. The writhing mass of unskilled combatants is a strange sight to behold.

[ooc : It's the top of the round and Misha's turn to act.]

(Since Misha doesn't know what the mustached man is doing..)

Misha's eyes darted to the different combatants, banged her hammer on her shield, gave a toothy smile. The thrill of combat was exhilarating. She found another combatant nearby. "Today lucky day, my friend!" she called out to him or her, pointing at the combatant with her hammer. "By Bane's Weel, ees hammer time!" she raised it and swung, making sure to pull as not to to crush the combatant, as this was only a contest.

Stop. Hammer Time: 13

Her swing might have come a bit short. It might not have been exactly hammer time at that moment.

"Short *****!" Sherri shouted, about ready to take off one of her sandals and throw it down at the woman, but decided against it. You'll get her another way, Sherri. Her eyes stared daggers at her for a moment before huffing and sitting back next to Meera. "This whole thing is bullshit."

"It is, but we just have to trust in our friends. As much as I'd like to toss a magic missile at the cheaters, I don't want to risk getting them disqualified because we chose to interfere. But perhaps later, you might be able to give him the verbal shaming he deserves."

Dornos seeks out someone on the periphery, staying well outside of the melee if possible, striking with his staff any comers. 

Attack 13

Throughout the combat, he remains silent and alert. 

Misha bops a combatant on the chest and Dornos sweeps someone's leg out from under them as Aphos swings at yet another combatant with his sword knocking out a man's teeth. 

The remaining six combatants stand in a tight circle, dodging and weaving around the crazy dwarf who sends yet another combatant flying with an uppercut to the chin. 

Misha, Dornos, and Aphos still remain as well as the crazy dwarf and four more combatants for a total of eight. It is the top of the round and the remaining four random combatants look like they are already tired after a mere twelve seconds of fighting, and yet they press on. 

Aphos attack : 18

 Turn Order

• -> Misha
• Dornos
• Aphos
• Randos

"Hah!" Misha barks, "That was good hammer time! Thought I no heet, but Bane decide yes! Glorious day for everyone!" Her eyes squint in concentration. "Ok, Meesha, focus time again. Find another target and.." she took a moment to look at her training weapon with sadness. "..thees leetle toothpick of hammer.." She got over it quickly and decided to go for the smelly dwarf.

"You!" she called out to him. "Can smell you all zee way from other side of ring! Amazing how one person can create such steenk. Time to go!" She raised her training weapon and again, made sure to pull her hit as to not plant him into the ground.

You Have Been Deemed Steenky: 6

Uh oh. I guess the Lord General doesn't like stinky dwarves.

18

Misha's wooden hammer comes down hard on the dwarf's head causing a hollow cracking sound. He wavers for a moment on his feet, then blood starts to gush from his nostrils as his eyes roll back and he collapses to the ground. A pair of attendants creep in and drag him away. 

perception 10 to read the following spoiler, disadvantage if you are in the melee

perception 15 to read the following spoiler, disadvantage if you are in the melee

Mishception: 2

ROFL!! Completely oblivious to EVERYTHING else, the only thing Misha does after that hit is just..cringe..as the stinky dwarf falls and gets carried away. She spins with a look of slight worry at Sherri and Meera that says, I think I may have killed him. 

She turns back and gets her head back into the game.

Perception: 16

"Thank the gods, he's still alive! We'll have to tell Misha this once the fight's over."

Dornos picks out another target, staying on the periphery but gaining a little more confidence.

Perception: 0

He didn’t even see Misha’s hit.

Attack 10

(Lots of catching up lol)

Round 1 Perception: 10

Round 2 Attack: 17

Round 2 Perception: 16

Round 3 Attack: 6

Dornos tries to take out another opponent but his staff strike is dodged. Aphos strikes another opponent in the chest, laying him out on the arena floor.

The three remaining combatants look around at who is remaining and wordlessly decide to work together against Aphos, Dornos, and Misha. One of the combatants uses a dagger tied to the end of a rope to try to strike at Dornos but instead winds up tripping herself and landing on her wooden dagger. The mustachioed brawler, slashes at Aphos, catching him off-guard and strikes him right between the horns. The last combatant, a wirey elven lass, vanishes into thin air and taps Misha on the shoulder before striking the paladin in the chest with an open palm.

 Aphos and Misha have been struck and are out. Dornos, the mustachioed man and the elven woman remain.

Turn order

• -> Dornos
• Mustachio
• Elven Monk

Aphos throws down his training weapon in a huff and storms out, "Ridiculous games!"

"Are you seriously quitting now?!"

Misha was about to bear on another combatant when suddenly, the elven woman appeared out of nowhere and tapped her out. She closed her eyes for a moment, standing up from a battle crouch, smiled, and nodded approvingly. "Ach!" she said. "I deed not see that coming. I have been bested." She patted the elf on the shoulder, once, saying, "A great match! Honor, and glory to us." and begin to walk off the field.

Silently, inwardly, she kicked herself a little bit for not being more wary of such tricks, and was deeply concerned about the stinky dwarf she mortally wounded.

Dornos keeps shifting, his quadruple self continually changing positions. He lifts his four shields and his four training staves. “Let’s finish it, then,” his four mouths say in unison, and he launches forward, keeping his shield front and using his staff to strike at the vanishing elf. 

10

The elf tries to use the same trick to blink out of the way and get behind Dornos, but Dornos cleverly sweeps his staff and strikes her in the ribs as she appears behind him. The mustachioed gentleman thrusts at one of the Dornoses with a short blade, confused and taken aback at the sight of multiple opponents that look the same.

2

Dornos whirls around and brings the mirror image of his staff soundly down onto the mustachioed man, expecting a great victory. 

14

(Are all my images still intact? Not sure if you’re doing the mirror rolls in the background or not, just checking—if they start getting hit, my tactics will change a little)

Mustachio flails at one of the Dornoses with his wooden practice blade finally striking one and causing it to fade from existence.

16