Unbalanced

Unwilling to intercede into this battle, you instead focus on propping yourself to your feet. Your hands are slick with blood, as is the side of your robe, and your breath comes in rattled gasps. Leaning against the statue, you watch bearily as the warrior falls backwards, clutching at his helmet as green smoke billows from the openings. Hurling it off, he roars and charges the woman again. This time, her spell is too slow, and the warrior's axe catches her in the chest with a sickening crack. The verdant light dissipated, the womans hands slowly reach forward, sliding over those of the warrior, her eyes locked into his.

The gentle sound of her body striking the floor is immediately contrasted by a horrific thunder, as the walls and pillars of the room begin to collapse under strikes of black lightning. Feeling the platform you stand on rumble, then fall, your last vision is of the warrior cradling the fabled priestess in his arms.

DEATH 12