Angel Food’s fireball loops around and smacks on top of the angry merchants head. His head is completely burned away and a cauterized lump of chard flesh remains on top of his shoulders.
The sword and merchants headless body fall to the ground.

The sound of the sword hitting the ground translates into opportunity for ears attached to the desperate. Peasants begin to take notice. Angel Food’s smile changes to an expression of horror. He looks at his wand and hides it as the donut hairs on his back begin to rise. His jaw drops as he recalls IBT 4 and 5. Looking like dear mesmerized by headlights he feels frozen with fear. The boat ramp creaks begins him making a sound sufficient enough to break Angel Food’s daze. He closes his mouth and bursts into a full sprint in a direction opposite of the peasants. A few peasants notice the blur that is Angel Food, but their attention quickly moves back to the dead merchant’s possessions.

Roll 5 + Grub 2 is 7. Only needs 3 to win.