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Rolled 5, 2 + 2 = 9 (2d5 + 2)
You taunt the Ember. "Your boy just got handled after talking all that trash! You don't stand a stinkin' chance! And by a guy who doesn't even know how to fight, just throws his nasty, sweaty clothes at them!!"
Grubba Snoozes.
The Ember is so scared, he's Paralyzed in fear for his turn, until he snaps out of it!
Your words disturb Grubba, interrupting his sleep and fucking with his confidence, but he still recovers FP and HP.