Rolled 16, 4, 7, 20 = 47 (4d20)
>>5321073>15Your strategy pays off, albeit just barely. You remember the Novice’s words and, when the time comes, you make the conscious effort to step back onto your bad foot to dodge his charge, and to swing FORWARD with your dominant hand. This sends a shockwave of pain through you as you force your way through the stiffness, and you suspect you’ll be calling upon the Fleshweaver’s healing arts once again when this is done…
But your blow lands like the berserker’s maul. Agno the kobold tumbles, skids, and barely catches himself with his scrambling claws before the sheer force of the impact throws him from the platform. He hauls himself back up and leaps forwards… Right into a twirling slap of your much-longer tail, the space of it catching his face and gouging it. He cries out and sinks claws into your scales, drawing a quiet and involuntary hiss.
>20Below, the basilisk watches this all happen with, you gather, mounting hunger and frustration. As you lash your tail back and forth, trying to dislodge the shrieking, desperately-clinging Agno, the six-legged, rooster combed lizard-creature has enough. It haul itself up on along the mostly-sheer wall of the pit which has long been its prison and, with concerted effort, it hurls itself at your platform. You had not even thought thing could jump, but apparently it can—and DOES. Its verticality isn’t terribly impressive but, coupled with its great size, it’s enough to smash into the platform, the impact of its snapping jaws with the side of the platform failing to secure it purchase, but rocking the impromptu arena’s structure.
[3d20 athleticism, 1d20 for Agno]
