winning
I grab fuckknuckle and pull him close.
"Listen, Scrappy, it's time to go do some hero shit. I go low, you go high.. got it?"
Without waiting for an answer, I shove him through the door to my left as I break right into the room.
I'd like to ready an action to attack the first enemy combatant that comes into my range, or that attacks my side-kick if I still have enough movement to reach them.
I position myself so the first black swordsman is between me and the second, and attack twice with my sword and poignard, or whatever it is I have in the graphic there.
And yell at the girl, "Screaming's not helping! So either get yourself loose, or button it!"
I return my attention to the downed fighter and moving past him, I turn and slash him across the back of the neck.
I start moving towards my companion, yelling "Come on, short-pants, like you hate him! It's too late for making kissy faces at him!"
"You got your blade all in his blood! how do you think he feels abut that, you gnomish prick?" I yell at Igz with a wink.
I want to roll a dex check to use my longsword as an improvised projectile weapon, and I want to fling my sword at the occultist as I move to close the distance between us.
Have you stopped gaslighting innocent Americans that expect unbiased reporting from the media?
"I dropped my sword! Be a pal and grab that, would you?!" I yell as I dart forward.
The girl may be dead, but I move quickly to send the occultist's spirit to join hers, temporarily disregarding the growing shadow as I lunge at the occultist with my rapier.