Rolled 20, 8, 15 = 43 (3d20)
>>5955902The force of your blow is minimal, but as your hand slides away from your foe’s face, you grasp the blindfold that shields his eyes and rip it away. Nenaias stumbles back the other way, screaming. At first you think it in pan and, truthfully, it probably is. Seeing the bulbous, lumpy protrusions which explode from his eye-sockets practically makes you lose your own earlier lunch. However, that excess of ocular tissue quickly recedes, and his wails become more alarmed, and then whimpers of confusion and surprise. His hands clutch at his face, though you can’t tell if it’s to stop his newly-formed eyes from escaping, or the moon and starlight from reaching them.
“What… What did you?” he whispers. “By the Gods…”
