>>5783886The human woman has not lost her composure. During your approach, she has been singing an incantation in her exotic language, nurturing a growing white mote of radiance between her hands. Placing your hand on the hilt of your weapon, you make to slice her exposed torso in twain with a single stroke of your blade when your world is flooded with brightness. The searing pain in your skull is a telltale sign that you have, for the second time this night, been struck blind. This must be her magic at work.
To your benefit, her spell is far less impressive than the devilry taking place at the Dreaming Dragon. For one, you are not on the floor convulsing. Nor are you feeling in any way nauseated. In fact, you can make out the amorphous outlines of the objects in your surroundings, a reassuring sign that your vision is already recovering. The issue should soon correct itself.
Your auditory organs, however, are functioning as intended. The hefty thuds of the mongrel grow louder with unexpected rapidity. Bringing your weapon to bear, you reposition yourself such that both of your opponents are in your awareness and angle the Dark Fantasy at him. Lines and shapes swim through your vision, impossible to interpret, but a meaty thump followed by a pain in your ribs informs that you have been struck by his fist.
You cannot properly defend yourself like this.
>[Strength, Attack] The mongrel is directly in front of me. My sight fails me, but my muscles will not.>[Perception, Attack] I owe that human a debt of pain, and I intend to see it paid, sighted or not.>[Agility] I have been forced on the defensive. There is no choice but protect myself until my vision returns.>[Write-in.] 