Rolled 6, 1, 4, 17, 16, 18 = 62 (6d20)
>>5883088>>5882750>>5882612>>5882589>>5882557>>5882543>>5882426>>5882385You’ll need an edge to win this—you know that. You’re no melee combatant. You are, in fact, ideally a NON-combatant! However, that isn’t an option tonight… And if you’re going to fight, you’re going to fight to win!
Your hand, in your pocket, finds your old packet of ‘shirin’ powder. A part of you suddenly craves for the mind-expanding stimulant—for that high, experienced once years ago, which brought you confidence and clarity. But, well, it also brought you VISIONS, neither real nor wholly unreal. Could that insight help you now? Maybe, but it’s just as likely to hinder as to help… Maybe moreso. You gulp down your fear in cold sobriety, and consider your other options.
“<Elemental Infusion>,” you intone, placing both hands upon your mount.
Muffins’ snake-head rears, hissing dangerously as it looms over your shoulder. Both his mammalian faces contort into red-eyes sneers appropriate to their kind, as he crouches and pads the ground Beneath you, his flesh shifts and ripples, and then almost rips away, exploding into fire and fury—magma and flame, an earthen structure like the magma elemental you <summoned> in your first battle but upon a rocky skeleton, with blood of burning magma and breath of rushing flag and puffing, smoggy smoke.
>2/5 MP left>3/3 HP>3/3 HP for Muffins>DC of attacks against enemy reduced>DC of attacks against Muffins increased>Damage dealt by Muffins increased by 1You hear your mother gasp and your father swear, obviously afraid for your own inflammability… But you are fine. Maybe a little warm, but that’s all. You are attuned to the realms of fire and of air, after all. You may now be able to effortlessly project flame and lightning as Izirina Henzler can, but neither can those elements cannot harm you as you are now—at least, not easily. You’re not sure you’d want to test FULL immunity without <Free Movement> on your side, or an <Elemental Infusion> of your own.
“Very fancy, elfman,” the Unseelie Champion drolls. “But your monster’s no match for mine!”
“Muffins isn’t a monster,” you snap. “and we’re MORE than a match for the likes of you.”
“Ha!” the fairy laughs, as she grabs handfuls of the wolf’s great, furry nape like they were horse’s reins. “We’ll see, shall we? Let’s DANCE!”
Well, you’ve always been a pretty good dancer… You suppose you’ll just have to see if two (or four, or maybe six if you count all of Muffin’s heads) can do this particular tango…
[3d20 for Muffins, DC brought down by 3 points for MAXIMUM OVERCHARGE, for 12]
[2d20 and 1d20 for your adversaries; DC for the werewolf is normally 14 against Muffins, but is currently 17; the rider is targeting you, DC 15]
