>>5783905>>5783939>>5784129>>5784263>>5784500>>5784524You trace the vague outlines of objects that shift to and fro in your eyes, picking out a silhouette from the monochromatic haze. Four limbs, slender, seemingly upright; this could be the mage woman, and you are willing to risk swinging blindly into the air if it means that you could slay her before she unleashes more of her odious magics. Lowering your frame, you draw your arm back and swing at the humanoid shape, tracing a broad arc through the air with your weapon. Robbed of sight, the speed and power of Orb Alur may yet compensate for your deficient visual sense.
The familiar sound of flesh being sliced followed by the sound of a corpse collapsing onto the mansion floor provides you with auditory confirmation that you have hit someone. You spin your sword in your hand out of habit, pulling it closer to yourself as the mongrel's heavy footsteps draw near. Experience compels you to evade, although doing so would be no small feat in your present condition.
The full weight of the mongrel's brawn impacts against you, sending you reeling back until you collide with a cabinet. As though you have been struck by a large bludgeon from all directions, the entirety of your body is subject to a crushing pain as colors and shapes flood your awareness, an indication that your vision is returning. The mongrel marches over the remains of his dead compatriot, whose severed head lies across the room.
Your body warns you that it can sustain only so much punishment, but otherwise, you are fit to continue the battle.
>[Strength, Attack] This is my chance. With my sight returned, he will join his comrade in death.>[Agility] If I maneuver myself carefully, I could trip him up and force him onto the floor.>[Write-in.] 