[P] More like a face-whooping

Ash took up a fighting stance, defiantly staring down (as well as staring down at) the repulsive man who had deigned to try and abduct her. In the background, her mind was cataloguing key details: the cold, the dark, the plants. She definitely wasn't on the plane of fire anymore, that was for sure.

That was a problem for later though. For right now, all that consumed her mind were thoughts of rage and joy of ****. She was going to make this man regret capturing her, and she was going to enjoy it.

With a swift right-hook, she slammed her fist into his face. The crunch of cartilage shifting out of place as his nose broke under her blow was oh-so-satisfying.

She gave him a smug grin, flashing her wicked demonic fangs. "That's a shame for you... because I want nothing more than to break you, right here, right now."

[P] I punch the dwarf.

[P] 15 + 7 + 0 = 22

[GM] 8 + 3 + 4 = 15

[GM] 17 + 2 - 4 = 15

[GM] The dwarf can neither dodge nor block. Roll damage. Unarmed strikes do 1D4.

[P] 4

[GM] The dwarf's HEALTH is reduced to 0.