Sylvia Lilith

"There's still a dozen of us, we can take him! How many hit points can he have left?"
Conner looked over to the speaker. The Swordmage from earlier. "You want to find out?" Conner raised his war scythe over his head, dropping into a fighting pose. "Or you, over there with the smug grin. You want to find out? Does anyone here wants to find out how many hit points I have left? Because I can guarantee that someone isn't going to like the answer."
Conner could feel the metaphysical weight of a dozen Intuit skills activating at once. He didn't bother trying to pull on his nonexistent Deceit skill. A lot of people had come to rely on Intuit to figure out if someone was bluffing. Even if he had ranks in Deceit, he wouldn't have bothered testing it against a dozen people at once. He just waited for them to realize the truth of what he said.
"He's telling the truth," the Swordmage said. "Stand down. I surrender."
One by one, they laid down their weapons.
Conner, with his zero hit points, had to fight back a sigh of relief. Intuit only detected truth or fiction. And it was true, every word of what Conner had said.
He was certain he wouldn't have liked it if they'd found out how many HP he had left.