>>5791279Seeing the beast so grievously wounded from your last attack, you press your advantage, ignoring its clawed grasp to strike directly at the massive appendages. With one hack, then two, then three and four, you cut them into uselessness. A last burst of runic energy finishes the job, as the Stone-Death-Legs is too helplessly slow to stop you.
Or so you thought. With a sudden lurch, you find yourself flying through the air, then impacting upon the hot sand of the beach. You barely brace your runes in time as you’re trampled by the angered beast, its legs stomping you to bits. It needs no eyes to attack you, just pure hatred, and you barely manage to get away with your life. As you take a fighting stance once more, you hold your ribs with one hand and your axe with the other. One way or another, one of you will die soon.
