[The Inquisitor PROBABLY could have handled this on her own, but that's the joy of party members - not having to handle it on your own.
A swift sharp blade slices the tongue that was holding her wrist, severs it several feet back, much closer to the misshapen being that it was formally attached to, and in short order a shield makes contact with what passes for a face on it, heavy and solid and if that sound is correct certainly breaking something in it and knocking it back a few steps while in a daze.
Blackwall now stands between the Inquisitor and the Smoker and calls to her over his shoulder while he prepares to go another round with it.]
Inquisitor! Are you hurt?
[He needs to know if this is a cut and run because the Inquisitor is dying situation.]
Fear-One!
A swift sharp blade slices the tongue that was holding her wrist, severs it several feet back, much closer to the misshapen being that it was formally attached to, and in short order a shield makes contact with what passes for a face on it, heavy and solid and if that sound is correct certainly breaking something in it and knocking it back a few steps while in a daze.
Blackwall now stands between the Inquisitor and the Smoker and calls to her over his shoulder while he prepares to go another round with it.]
Inquisitor! Are you hurt?
[He needs to know if this is a cut and run because the Inquisitor is dying situation.]