[ Just as he was hoping would happen, and with a generous dice roll of 15, it generally goes his way. Eustace lunges, and Trahearne is ready for it, he waits until the last possible moment to step out of the way, feeling the blade slice through the air right near him again. He feels the tip tear into the edge of his cape, and a small handful of petals flutter to the floor. Phew. Better his clothes than him, though...
Whether Eustace goes through the window he was standing in front of, though, remains to be seen. At least now, he has a better path for reaching the bedroom door, so he has a chance of getting out of this room either way. ]
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Whether Eustace goes through the window he was standing in front of, though, remains to be seen. At least now, he has a better path for reaching the bedroom door, so he has a chance of getting out of this room either way. ]