Unbalanced
Without thinking, you leap forward, grappling the warrior from behind. It's enough to startle the figure, who lets out a sharp yell and pivots, throwing you to the side. As you tumble to the ground, you see that your attack served its purpose; the High Priestess stands over the unmoving warrior, smoke rising from the downed figure. She casts a glance in your direction, her masked gaze emotionless and cold.
Coughing, you look down in horror to realize the front of your tunic is covered in fresh blood, as are your hands and arms. Pain rattles inside of your lungs, whether from the warriors first attack or your own brazen leap. As you try to stumble to your feet, streaking crimson palms across the white floor, you barely notice the ground shaking so much that the platform begins to fall away. Almost relieved, you feel a falling sensation, as your vision turns bright amongst white-hot fire.
DEATH 10
Coughing, you look down in horror to realize the front of your tunic is covered in fresh blood, as are your hands and arms. Pain rattles inside of your lungs, whether from the warriors first attack or your own brazen leap. As you try to stumble to your feet, streaking crimson palms across the white floor, you barely notice the ground shaking so much that the platform begins to fall away. Almost relieved, you feel a falling sensation, as your vision turns bright amongst white-hot fire.
DEATH 10