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The Skog’s feral roar jostles your skull as you quickly smush the fire motes dancing along your fingers together as if making a very confused snowball! Coalescing into a sizable fireball, you bring your hands back beneath your shoulder before shooting them forward and releasing the pyrokinetic projectile directly into the tusked terror’s chest!
You feel a quick tug on your chest as the flame connects, and with a teeth-rattling ‘<span class="mu-s">THOOM</span>’ you’re launched through the air like a clay pigeon! Landing with a less-impressive, but still painful ‘<span class="mu-s">FWOOMP</span>’ on what feels like either a well-placed mushroom or a funky-smelling bean bag chair, you roll off of your savior just in time to see a Skog-shaped inferno shambling towards you still screaming bloody-murder!
Globs of burnt scales and sloughed skin tumble to the riverside with unnerving thumps as the berserker stares daggers at you with his glowing, throbbing eyes! Skogs going berserk, you think to yourself as your opponent hefts his flaming axe with murderous intent in his eyes, you’re not a fan!
As you struggle to whip up some more flames under pressure, you hear a few heavy steps approaching the Skog from behind! Whether he’s too angry, too in pain, or too on fire to notice you’ll never know, but with the precision of a chainsaw-wielding surgeon Volka cleanly brings her sword in a perfectly straight line across your assailant’s knees and hews clean through them with a <span class="mu-i">very</span> impressive and <span class="mu-i">VERY</span> painful ‘<span class="mu-s">SHHUNK!</span>’
Like a grocery bag placed too close to the edge of the counter, the Skog tumbles to the grass as his legs literally collapse under him! As your bodyguard moves in for the kill, however, the berserker flails both tail and axe around like a pissed-off gator–the former tripping Volka and sending her head-over-heels onto the ground!
The girl is already scrambling to her feet, but it’s not fast enough! Now half the man he used to be, the Skog is just unburdened enough to crawl towards you like a spider–his path marked with burning scales and bloody spittle all the way!
You try every hand gesture you can think of, but even with the Skog nearly upon you, you just can’t conjure up another fireball! As the smell of burning flesh and a bloody mouth closes in, you reach into your pockets and draw your <span class="mu-s">CURVED BLADE</span>!
Leaping to your feet with as fearsome a roar you can muster given the circumstances, which unfortunately isn’t very scary at all, your toe connects with a rock and sends you tripping towards certain doom!
<span class="mu-r">STUBBED TOE COUNTER:11</span>
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