Raphael HP: 71

To hit: 18, critical second roll: 9 arm/hand damage.

Damage: 3+6 = 9 x 2 = 18

Raphael couldn't believe he had missed, and worse, he couldn't believe the bitch had cut him! Even worse than the wound, he realized she had cleaved the bottom half of his jacket away!

This jacket is worth more than your pitiful fucking life you bitch!" He shrieked

He came at her again, thrusting and slashing, aiming high and low, but the woman's skill was prodigious, for every cut she had a parry, every thrust was met with a redirection. He gave into fury and forgot about skill, grabbing the hilt of his rapier in both hand he slammed his sword down towards her head, hoping to overpower her. She managed to bring her own blade up with both hands, meeting his double handed cut with just enough force to stop Raphael from cleaving her in two.

Rather than pulling away he pressed down even harder, forcing her sword back down towards her shoulder. Her wounds and blood loss were taking a toll and as her own sword slowly pressed against the skin of her collar-bone she began to look desperate.

With a scream she twisted her body out from under both blade, her shoulder suffered a bad cut in the process, and the movement left her sword arm overextended, but she felt a sense of relief at having escaped what could have been a fatal blow.

Her relief disappeared as Raphael whipped his own sword back around with lightning speed catching her seed arm just above the wrist.

She heard the clatter of steel as her blade hit the cobblestones her face turned white with shock as she looked down to see blood spewing from the stump at her wrist.

Raphael let loose a long frantic laugh as he watched the fingers of her severed hand begin to twitch and spasm around the grip her sword.