[Welp, I rolled it for you and ... she also got a critical. No shit. Which mean that arrow hits right in the money spot piercing the drow where it counts. He lets out a herk and staggers backwards a step, trying to reach for his sword, but he doesn't seem to have the wherewithal to draw it because HIDEOUS PAIN, and instead reaches up to try and grab the arrow, weakly wrapping his fingers around it.
By then it's too late, and Christos is upon him. He yanks out a silver rapier and lashes a deep gouge into the drow's cheek, and then swings the blade around with artful dexterity, slicing his head clean off. Yep.]
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By then it's too late, and Christos is upon him. He yanks out a silver rapier and lashes a deep gouge into the drow's cheek, and then swings the blade around with artful dexterity, slicing his head clean off. Yep.]