Ireth
Mythic Scribe
The shock of the explosion wears off, and I am able to stand... well, almost. The javelin still protrudes from my leg -- but not for long. Quickly I switch my borrowed shield from my right arm to my left, needing my hand for action. I pull the javelin out of my leg despite the foolishness of such an action, feeling blood start to run down my calf from the open wound. There is still one lizard blocking the queen; I move so I am level with it, keeping my shield before me as I aim and throw.
Did I hit it? Could I be that lucky?
Not much damage, it would seem. Blast it. I draw my sword and step forward, hoping to finish the monster off. ((Next round, of course))
Did I hit it? Could I be that lucky?
Not much damage, it would seem. Blast it. I draw my sword and step forward, hoping to finish the monster off. ((Next round, of course))
Dark Lord
Shadow Lord