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The Makkar spread out around you, the menacing of their clicking beaks staggered to hide their numbers. Though outnumbered and outflanked, Volka holds strong…
As for you, well, you’re not exactly as confident. Even with your <span class="mu-s">CURVED BLADE</span> and a few <span class="mu-s">THROWING KNIVES</span> at the ready, you know all too well what happened the last time you squared off with these things… Hell, your arm still hurts! As you try to focus on just one of the clickers, one of the bastards leaps at Volka’s back before you can call it out!
To her credit she’s able to bat it away with her shield… but while the beaked beastie wasn’t ready to get smacked upside the head with the tempered metal, you weren’t either. Feeling the shield collide with the back of your head with all the force a big, scaly truck can muster, it dawns on you just how strong your bodyguard is when you’re launched like a golf ball out from her tail and into the air!
Icy air nips at your face as your skull throbs with pain only a shield to the head can provide, and though you land safely in a patch of what feels like swampy peat, you can already hear the Makkar baying like wolves at your sudden flight!
“<span class="mu-s">ANTON!</span>”
The beasts don’t give Volka any wiggle-room… based on the clanging you hear, you can only guess that some of the critters are keeping the Skog busy… while at least two monsters click their beaks menacingly as they circle your prone form…
Feeling them close in, the pain in your head grows into a persistent whining in your ears and a burning in your eyes… you just need some <span class="mu-i">help</span>, you think through your muddled mind, it’s not <span class="mu-i">FAIR</span>...
>Roll me 1d100 for reasons! Best of 3!
