11-17-2020, 10:12 PM
The first rat's teeth dug into her flesh, Nightingale had gotten cocky and overconfident and it had cost her as pain burst forth from her leg as she ended the poor creature's life.
She would not fall prey to the same issues again she thought as she dodged with a fluidity most could never even dream of to avoid the gnashing, jagged teeth of the second giant rat in front of her. She tried to continue her movement and bring down her mace on the attacking rat but she slipped on some viscera she had extracted from the other rat laying dead at her feet and it took nearly everything she had not to fall flat on her arse. The attack obviously went nowhere though.
The monk's eyes narrow at Arius' words.
"I. Am. Not. A lady!" the unarmoured specialist tells the whip wielder, every enunciated word dripping with poison.
She looked to bring her fury down on the rat in front of her but saw it was now laying unconscious, it's body heaving with breath but asleep, like two of its kin thanks to the magics of Mivia. She thought of dashing forward to engage the new rats rushing up the stairs but the pain in her leg wound and Arius' words reached her, even in her indignation of his address.
She pulled a sharp metallic object from a pouch on the front of her shirt and threw it towards the incoming rats, her scowl still hidden under her mask.
Dexterity Save: 1d20+6 24
Dart Attack: 1d20+6 14
Dart Damage: 1d4+4 5
She would not fall prey to the same issues again she thought as she dodged with a fluidity most could never even dream of to avoid the gnashing, jagged teeth of the second giant rat in front of her. She tried to continue her movement and bring down her mace on the attacking rat but she slipped on some viscera she had extracted from the other rat laying dead at her feet and it took nearly everything she had not to fall flat on her arse. The attack obviously went nowhere though.
The monk's eyes narrow at Arius' words.
"I. Am. Not. A lady!" the unarmoured specialist tells the whip wielder, every enunciated word dripping with poison.
She looked to bring her fury down on the rat in front of her but saw it was now laying unconscious, it's body heaving with breath but asleep, like two of its kin thanks to the magics of Mivia. She thought of dashing forward to engage the new rats rushing up the stairs but the pain in her leg wound and Arius' words reached her, even in her indignation of his address.
She pulled a sharp metallic object from a pouch on the front of her shirt and threw it towards the incoming rats, her scowl still hidden under her mask.
Dexterity Save: 1d20+6 24
Dart Attack: 1d20+6 14
Dart Damage: 1d4+4 5
