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Rolled 14, 13, 1, 5 = 33 (4d20)
>spoilers below, don't look!
Okay, so Faibokranef actually gets a hit off on Halo – 28,21 vs 15,21 – ties goes to attacker. I had rolled a 6 for damage in a now-deleted point (I messed up the spoilers tag). So Halo finishes the round with 10/16 wounds for a -3 wound malus. The twins have now been bloodied, let’s see if they can actually be brought down! Rolling again for battle initiative – Fai has a +6, Dadaces has a +2, Nico has a -2 presently, and Halo has a -2 as well. FI,DI,NI,HI format. I’m hoping that this next round of combat resolves this battle royale…
Your hands are not used to gripping the oars, but you find your natural rhythm almost immediately – stretch, dip, roll, drive, lift. The oars whisper to you through your hands, chastising you for any wasted effort or mis-timing - as you gain confidence, you pick up speed. The beach diminishes, and the teams of Trachian laborers shout encouragement to you as row away. Peering over the top of your bull-cage, you see Hyperbius drawing somewhat closer to the sands, although you estimate that the Theban may have several minutes more of cart-pushing before he can be installed on his own boat. You wonder what has become of the other cart – since Hyperbius’ shouting on the descending trail, you’ve heard and seen nothing of the third bull.
Your legs are thankful for rest, but your arms, shoulder and back are eager for the challenge – a few minutes more, and you’re ready to push yourself – great sweeps of the sturdy pine begin to skim your craft quickly atop the realm of Poseidon Αιγαιος. Your “cargo” actually serves to assist you – the bull’s weight helps keep the momentum of the ship passing through the calm seas between strokes. As you work, you begin to sweat – you remove your lion’s hide, seeing as you are out of immediate danger, and refresh yourself with water and well-mixed wine from time to time. As you row, you find depths of strength and endurance that surprise even yourself – finally, the power and speed of your strokes begins to threaten the integrity of the pine oars and of your footrest. You allow them to squeal and creak a bit protest, but are careful to avoid snapping them by accident. As you row, your mind wanders...
