In waves, it came—a fiery torrent coursing through his veins, beckoning him to stand, to fight. And fight he did. The ground quivered beneath his feet, briefly knocking him down. A boulder hurtled toward him as he attempted to rise, a menacing projectile narrowly avoided with a swift, instinctive dodge. Or so he thought…
Heart pounding, he charged at the looming creature, fueled by an inexplicable urge to confront it. Thoughts raced, a cacophony of doubt and determination swirling within him. What drove him to such reckless action?
He struggled a lot, but eventually managed to execute a series of slashing arcs, each movement precise, each strike purposeful. The air sang with the swish of his blade as it sliced through the creature's hard shell. Three strikes landed, each aimed with calculated precision, seeking to hit something important.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips—crazy bastard. But beneath the veneer of triumph, a storm brewed. A stinging sensation erupted like wildfire, searing through his senses as he clutched his broken arm in agony.
Teeth clenched. The stinging turned into grief, grief into rage.
A primal scream tore through the air. He locked eyes with the creature, a silent vow etched in his gaze—a promise of retribution.
TLDR;
Heart pounding, he charged at the looming creature, fueled by an inexplicable urge to confront it. Thoughts raced, a cacophony of doubt and determination swirling within him. What drove him to such reckless action?
He struggled a lot, but eventually managed to execute a series of slashing arcs, each movement precise, each strike purposeful. The air sang with the swish of his blade as it sliced through the creature's hard shell. Three strikes landed, each aimed with calculated precision, seeking to hit something important.
Got you!he said, claiming victory as he delivered a final strike before jumping away.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips—crazy bastard. But beneath the veneer of triumph, a storm brewed. A stinging sensation erupted like wildfire, searing through his senses as he clutched his broken arm in agony.
But when…he began, confused for a moment before recalling the boulder he thought he had so masterfully evaded.
Teeth clenched. The stinging turned into grief, grief into rage.
A primal scream tore through the air. He locked eyes with the creature, a silent vow etched in his gaze—a promise of retribution.
TLDR;
- Gets knocked down by the quake (Rolled a 1).
- Tried to dodge a boulder but instead breaks one of his arms (Rolled a 3).
- Unaware of his brutal loss, he continued to fight with the help of natural adrenaline.
- Uses Swiftsword - Hamstring (Combat Roll: Success).
- After he was done, he then realizes he had broken an arm and gives a mean stare at the giant.
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