Rolled 1, 14, 19 = 34 (3d20)
>>5577726>>5577726The Green Knight reaches behind his back to produce a silver shield. If he is startled—and you suppose he must be—you cannot see his shocked expression. His reaction time in such heavy armour is impressive, though. If you did not have the element of surprise—if you were not coiled like a cobra, waiting to strike—he would have blocked your <Moonbeam> entirely.
>16 vs. DC 14But you were, and he doesn’t. Instead, your emerald enemy is launched back from whence he came, sent spiraling through the air. He adjusts his form as best he can, but still lands in a clatter of steel upon his back like a toppled turtle. Agile though he is, he is clearly disoriented and widned by the unanticipated attack.
“RUN!” you roar.
Roth follows your commands, your ever-argumentative sire offering no grumbling counterpoint this time. With Olu slung over one shoulder, the old Dragonborn takes off at a full sprint, rushing past the prone warrior and leaping over a haphazard swing of his sword.
Damn, he’s durable. Is it his magical equipment, or is it something else which gird and guides him?
“None of that,” you address him in his own mammalian tongue.
You shift your stance into something more solid, drawing a foot across the stone floor and focusing upon the energies below channeling them up your legs and into your gut. You clench a fist, and raise it high. In the end, it doesn’t much matter how strong this Green Knight is, or how frightening his reputation—not when he is just a man in a tin can, standing atop a rapidly-rising <Wall of Stone>, inches and seconds away from being crushed against the hall’s low ceiling.
[DC 17 Elementalism again, reduced by 1 because of your earlier success and the clever write-in combo.]
