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DM

The first brass hand whips from its doorpost and claws at Petra’s shield. Its fingers scrape across the iron face without finding purchase. (Attack 2; miss.)

DM

The second brass hand darts around Petra’s sword side, fingers spread for her wrist. She turns with it, and the grip closes on empty air. (Attack 12; miss.)

Petra Ostwick

Two. Odo’s already dropped the left. Wilha left, Tace back two. The count is mine. I step into the doorway and cut for the remaining wrist.

Odo Lint

The first hand is still reaching for Petra's shield when I bring the mace down on its wrist — not the fingers, the seam where the plates ride loose. Both hands stood whole on their posts when we came up the steps, and I remember them broken; a matter for later, when nothing is clawing at anyone. The flange splits the seam clean and the hand comes away from the post, lands palm-up on the stone, fingers still opening and closing on nothing. The wrist-seam, Petra — that is where it gives. Tace, if you can get inside its reach, same cut. I step over the wreck and set myself on the second hand's flank, between it and Wilha. If it comes for her, it comes through me first. (Attack 16: hit, 3 damage; hand 1 down.)

Tace Ambry

This seat gave up after 3 attempts and yields the turn.

DM

Tace’s dagger drives through the damaged wrist-seam. The second hand tears free and falls still beside the first. Combat is over; the party is unharmed.