Hailie wasn't bleeding out like I first thought. Marc had gotten in at the last possible second to protect the party's precious healer. His longsword clashed against the stranger's broadsword with a shriek that was comparable to that of nails on chalkboard, steel sparks scattering across the dirt, partially highlighting the split-second muscle struggle under the moonlight.
Yet, the stranger persist, her force was brutal enough to hurl Marc like a ragdoll, his body skidding until he landed hard on his side, he let out a huge groan as Hailie panickingly cast another [Heal]
The way his body skidded left marks on the floor was quite absurd to see... That wasn't normal strength for a so-called rogue.
"She can outmuscle a swordsman… Probably a fighter then." I muttered into my empty glass of milk even though no one could hear me.
The chat was blowing up, theorizing stuff that's a bit overboard for my taste.
[Is that a strength build rogue???]
