Arena
The yell you let out rivals that of the bear you took down in the cave. You charge at the man, much the same as that bear had done, building momentum with each step.
At the last moment, the man steps out of the way, his staff sicking up from the ground but starting to fall to the ground. Before you can manage to stop, the tip of the staff smacks into your throat and stops your momentum.
You stumble back a few steps with your hands clutching your throat. It hurts to draw in breath.
A sharp pain cuts deep into your side. You swipe blindly at the man, but miss. You turn to where he must have stood when he stabbed you, but he is not there. A foot hits the middle of your back and sends you stumbling to the ground, landing on your hands and knees.
"You are big," he says, "but also slow and foolish."
At the last moment, the man steps out of the way, his staff sicking up from the ground but starting to fall to the ground. Before you can manage to stop, the tip of the staff smacks into your throat and stops your momentum.
You stumble back a few steps with your hands clutching your throat. It hurts to draw in breath.
A sharp pain cuts deep into your side. You swipe blindly at the man, but miss. You turn to where he must have stood when he stabbed you, but he is not there. A foot hits the middle of your back and sends you stumbling to the ground, landing on your hands and knees.
"You are big," he says, "but also slow and foolish."