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You’ve never been a very vengeful or bloodthirsty person–that’s what the scattered jigsaw pieces that are your memories tell you, at least. You could get mad, sure… definitely frustrated! But wishing someone would <span class="mu-i">die?</span>
Yea, that’s a new one. As you watch your attackers cling for dear life to an unseen rock in the river, however, an unfamiliar sensation wells up within your gut–one that tickles you pink, imagining the two helpless Skogs bloating up: cheeks blue from lack of air and corpses bloated with water… all that strength and size, you think to yourself, and for what?
<span class="mu-r">Nothing.</span>
It’s only after you feel a dainty paw poke your side that you realize you’re <span class="mu-i">drooling</span>. Shaking the feeling off like a dog drying itself, you glance at Tzah-Tzie with the best ‘normal’ expression you can muster. Y-yea?
“You uh… you okay?” Asks the Durher with genuine concern in her squeaky voice, “You look a little distant.”
TT might have some faults, quite a few glaring ones, in fact, but the girl was definitely perceptive. Yea, you smile, just thinking of the best way to taunt those assholes! Turning your attention back to the Skogs, you cup your still-burning hands around your mouth and give them some swimming advice!
Hey assholes, you shout, pausing to wink at Volka, don’t forget to kick with your legs!
While the Skog in the back snarls in response, the one in front of him seems to contemplate your suggestion! W-wait, you-
It’s hard to make out what happened given, well, the darkness and all, but if you had to guess by the cursing, splashing, and the Skog leaping out of the water like a coked-up bullfrog, you’d guess he used his friend as a springboard!
Landing on the shore with a thud as his associate drifts away like a plastic wrapper in one of those sad ‘Protect the Ocean’ infomercials, you can’t help but feel a little concerned as the wet warrior’s eyes glow with pure, unadulterated malice!
“Watch it, Rook!” Shouts Volka as she steps in front of you, “He’s going berserk!”
Before you can ask what that means, the Skog rushes towards you blade drawn and foam tumbling off of his sharp teeth as a primal roar deafens you!
Tearing the <span class="mu-s">RING OF ECHOS</span> off your finger, you watch as Volka is batted aside by the berserker’s unseen shield as he moves to chop you into mince! Okay, T, you sputter, it’s do or die time!
You know better than to expect a response, but it still hurts when you turn to find the Spinner sprinting for the hills as she tortures her Harplute!
Mere seconds from being torn apart by a pissed-off Skog, you feel an uncharacteristic calmness as you widen your stance a bit–the flames on your fingers dance even faster and brighter than usual, and though you stare at certain pain, something tells you that yes:
<span class="mu-r">You can do this.</span>
>Roll me 1d100-4 (-10 BERSERK SKOG! -4 Dark, +1 Spinner’s Song, +2 Footing +7 Luck?) to take care of him! Best of 3!
