A battle was finally upon us and I silently let my energy become electric on the tips of my fingers. But damn Jeval. I watched as he stole away from the rest of the group. What was that fool up to? He smirked at me when he noticed my stare and then was off across the uneven roof.
It only took me a millisecond to decide to follow because of an almost instinctive feral impulse. Like I had caught the scent of something, and I had no choice but to track it down.
I saw through a window directly north of where I stood that Jeval had already engaged a massive orc of a man whom I came to know was Irocar. I’d have to attack from here. I’d never make it to the window in time, and I preferred ranged attacks anyway.
I readied my Eldritch Blast. My shoulder blades twitched.
To my surprise, as well as Irocar’s, I watched as Jeval succeeded in smashing his shield against Irocar and slamming him to the ground. The fool did have gumption if not brains.
But Irocar wouldn’t stay down for long. He quickly stood upright again and seemed to shake it off. He would not be taken down by such a little piece of meat as Jeval again.
Then it was my turn. The Blast poured out of me as if I had released a thousand explosive daggers of light from my arms. It flew directly at the now upright giant battering Jeval and Irocar’s screams of pain and surprise gave me the answer I needed. The Blast had struck true.
As we battled, my Blasts continued to wear down the beast but something had changed. Every attack was a struggle for Jeval and he weakened by the minute.
Suddenly Jeval was falling. Shards of glass and splintered wood fell with him.
He had been thrust out the window from Irocar’s killing blow and was now motionless on the ground 20 feet below us.
I felt the rage inside me take over.
I knew it would only take one more Blast to finish Irocar off so I let the rage take me. My eyes burned with angry effort as I watched the last Blast cocoon over his body for a second and then explode as his screams shook the remaining glass from the ragged window and his huge body broke down to the floor.
The rage was satisfied in its triumph. For now.
But what of Jeval? How could I get to him? I had to go back first. There was no way to make the jump and climbing could be even more dangerous.
I had to go back first.
Jeval, hold on.
It only took me a millisecond to decide to follow because of an almost instinctive feral impulse. Like I had caught the scent of something, and I had no choice but to track it down.
I saw through a window directly north of where I stood that Jeval had already engaged a massive orc of a man whom I came to know was Irocar. I’d have to attack from here. I’d never make it to the window in time, and I preferred ranged attacks anyway.
I readied my Eldritch Blast. My shoulder blades twitched.
To my surprise, as well as Irocar’s, I watched as Jeval succeeded in smashing his shield against Irocar and slamming him to the ground. The fool did have gumption if not brains.
But Irocar wouldn’t stay down for long. He quickly stood upright again and seemed to shake it off. He would not be taken down by such a little piece of meat as Jeval again.
Then it was my turn. The Blast poured out of me as if I had released a thousand explosive daggers of light from my arms. It flew directly at the now upright giant battering Jeval and Irocar’s screams of pain and surprise gave me the answer I needed. The Blast had struck true.
As we battled, my Blasts continued to wear down the beast but something had changed. Every attack was a struggle for Jeval and he weakened by the minute.
Suddenly Jeval was falling. Shards of glass and splintered wood fell with him.
He had been thrust out the window from Irocar’s killing blow and was now motionless on the ground 20 feet below us.
I felt the rage inside me take over.
I knew it would only take one more Blast to finish Irocar off so I let the rage take me. My eyes burned with angry effort as I watched the last Blast cocoon over his body for a second and then explode as his screams shook the remaining glass from the ragged window and his huge body broke down to the floor.
The rage was satisfied in its triumph. For now.
But what of Jeval? How could I get to him? I had to go back first. There was no way to make the jump and climbing could be even more dangerous.
I had to go back first.
Jeval, hold on.
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