Unbalanced
Without thinking, you leap forward at the priestess, trying to surprise her and cause a distraction. It works, momentarily, as her emerald whip cracks out at you, not the warrior. Searing pain bisects your body as the whip entirely removes your legs from your torso, flinging your halves into a spiral of blood and burnt cloth. You hear a scream that isn't your own, and fall limply to the floor.
Coughing your last life free, your eyes fall upon the black-iron clad warrior. His helmet gone, you see blood-soaked hair matted with tears as he cradles the limp body of the priestess in his arms. Heavy shoulders shrug softly as a searing white fire envelops the room.
DEATH 11
Coughing your last life free, your eyes fall upon the black-iron clad warrior. His helmet gone, you see blood-soaked hair matted with tears as he cradles the limp body of the priestess in his arms. Heavy shoulders shrug softly as a searing white fire envelops the room.
DEATH 11