Rolled 9, 3, 3, 1, 11, 8, 20, 2 = 57 (8d20)
>>5321718>>5321578>>5321576>>5321539>>5321523>>5321522>>5321504>>5321497>>5321480>>5321477>>5321473>>5321443>>5321244>>5321145>>5321137This duel was a bad idea. You have no idea what to do with a small opponent like this,. Reaching up to dislodge him is impossible, with your ribs screaming in pain every time to try to lift your arm that high. Thrashing about does nothing—his grip is iron. You try to take a chomp out of his leg, but your jaws—pronounced though they are—are still too short… or, perhaps, too long? He’s wedged a leg right up under your chin, and threatens to choke you into delirium or unconsciousness.
You should have called it off the first time the basilisk attacked the platform, moved it somewhere safer. You sway, your balance off-kilter from the double-ear slap and the air loss. The kobold atop your shoulders gets ready to jump, loosening his grip just slightly, as you very nearly stumble right off of the platform before you catch yourself. You force yourself not to look down, not to meet the eyes of the basilisk…
Which is when inspiration strikes.
“BEHOLD!” you bellow, putting every ounce of command into the word that you can, wielding the Fearsome Presence like a psychic knife.
4d20 Reptilian Empathy, 3d20 Fisticuffs, 1d20 variable/Agno die. 