Huh.

You leap to pole range on a young ogre.
Roundtime: 3 sec.

You begin to advance on a young ogre.
R>
You close to melee range on a young ogre.
>kick
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A young ogre searches the area.
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< Driving in with naturally fluid movements, you kick your steel-toed footwrap at a young ogre. A young ogre barely blocks with a leather-covered buckler. The footwrap lands an extremely heavy hit that explodes the chest in a shower of blood and splintered ribs.
A young ogre howls in pain, then pitches forward onto its face and goes still.
[You're nimbly balanced]
[Roundtime 3 sec.]
R>
Your mind hears Zyta thinking, "wonderful, good to hear."
R>
You feel the grace of the Swan flow through you, stabilizing your stance.

>dance stop
You slowly relax, letting the power of the dance fade from your core.

and that's with 25 strength, 117 brawling.

Lucky hit much?


Rawr, I'ma monsta. And look, I got a minion! Who's my little minion Francis?
You are! ~ode to the gnome, a monster, and his badger named Francis

*Snorts Pepsi out nose*
that....hurt. I think I may have just set a new world record, first human-propelled spay of pepsi to reach escape velocity.

Seriously though, that pic made me die a little inside. (Because its true, so very true..)

That'll teach me ta be drinking anything while surfing the boards..


Rawr, I'ma monsta. And look, I got a minion! Who's my little minion Francis?
You are! ~ode to the gnome, a true monster, and his badger named Francis~