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As Quinton bullrushes the Indian you break from cover and sprint to help him, your feet falling in tandem over the cold, hard snow. The Indian whips around, his braids slapping against the feathers on his cloak, genuine shock fixed on his face as you emerge from hiding. Quinton is almost on him, he whips back and cuts his staff through the air. As he does the snow under Quinton blackens, shimmering oily in the moonlight. Quinton tries to break through the newly formed tar, heaving his legs up, up, but he falls forward hardly a foot from the Indian, one hand caught in the tar.
Quinton bound, the Indian spins to deal with you, but there wasn’t time enough for the both of you, and you slam into him, picking him up and heaving him downward on his back. He’s spry, trying to get out from under you, but your knife is drawn, pale in the moon. You hear Mack pick himself up, moaning, <span class="mu-i">”God damn you my eyes, god damn you, god damn you my cousin, god damn you cunt. You fuckin’ heathan cunt!”</span>. You can’t spare a glance for him as the Indian manages to crack you in the head. Your vision slithers from the blow. You try your best to bring your blade to bear, but he’s scrabbling good, and you only manage a few cuts, one of them fairly deep on the chest.
You think you hear the sound of Mack blindly putting powder and shot back into his Barnett, Quinton is trying to strain out of the pitch, trying to grab one of the Indian’s legs to hold him down for your knifework. The crying is loud now, both men hear it too. More than one voice, but they’re all coming to you. You summon your strength, reverse your grip on your knife, and stab.
<span class="mu-s">Note:</span> Please roll 3 1d100 for each of the following actions.
<span class="mu-s">Mack</span> is trying to reload, DC 70(DC 20. <span class="mu-i">Blind</span>+50)
<span class="mu-s">Quinton</span> is trying to break from the tar slush and help you. DC 40(DC 60, <span class="mu-i">Bear of a Man</span>-10, <span class="mu-i">Fighting for his Life</span>-10)
[b[You are trying to seriously wound the Indian. DC 50( DC 30, <span class="mu-i">Better Position</span>-10, <span class="mu-i">Stronger</span>-10, <span class="mu-i">Oily Feather Cloak</span>+40)
