>>5708918Shaw was strong, but he wasn’t very fast or accurate. Meanwhile, Scratch was durable, packed a punch, and boasted the raw power of the Crest of Indech. And though she was still relatively fresh when it came to utilizing that Crest, it should still be enough to give her the edge over the behemoth. You settle on her as your pick for the fourth trial.
>“Scratch. You’re up.”“Finally.” She says, getting up from her seat and stretching her limbs. “I could use a good workout.”
Shaw makes his presence known. He was exactly as Ronan had described him. A towering, rotund figure with a large two-handed axe strapped to his back. In his hands was what looked like the roasted leg of a turkey, already half-eaten. Various bits of meat and grease were dripping onto his chest. He gazed across at Scratch, mouth full and wide-eyed. You got the impression he was more bothered to be here than anything. Perhaps he was hoping Sreng would have won before his presence would have been required.
“Master Shaw! Please wait!” Maeve calls out, sounding more like a damsel in distress than an Agarthan saboteur. She runs up to the warrior’s side, teary-eyed.
“Mhm?” Shaw looks down at the girl as he thoroughly chews a piece of meat.
“I-I just wanted to wish you good luck! I have something for you, consider it a gift!” She properly bows before Shaw, before grabbing on to him for support and climbing. She fiddles around with his face, placing something on it, and then climbs off. When Shaw turns around, you notice he’s now wearing glasses.
“Huh? Are those…glasses?” Corrine asks, puzzled. “How does Sreng even have those?”
Glasses weren’t too uncommon in Fodlan. You recall Ignatz had a pair that he always wore. Still, they were usually reserved for families of means that could afford the expense. They also still required an experienced goldsmith to craft. A rarity in the savage wastes of Sreng, to your understanding.
>“After Uriel’s display, has she taken to cheating before the fights actually start?” You turn to Anemone. “Can you make anything out? Is there anything strange about them?”The Agarthan shrugs. “I don’t know. They just look like glasses to me…”
>Agarthan (?) Glasses.>+20 Dex, grants True Hit>True Hit: DEX based chance to hit w/ 100% accuracy and deal 1.5 DMGShaw grunts in approval, and enters the arena, facing off against Scratch. He takes one final bite of his meal, tossing the bone behind his shoulder, and wiping his fingers on his chest piece.
“How do I look?” Shaw asks Scratch in rough common, pointing one greasy finger towards the glasses Maeve had placed on his face. He does appear to be friendlier than the other Sreng fighters.
“Fat.” Scratch replies.
Shaw pouts, looking sad.
“The Fourth Trial!” The translator says, following Leif’s own speech. “Shaw the Mountain versus the surly-looking mercenary! Begin!”
