Blighted Plains
Blighted Plains
You curb your impulse to attack the aimless group, but draw your
sword in preparation for the attack. Minutes go by with no result,
and then suddenly every member of the Onyx attacking group bolts
toward your position. Darwin raises his arms, and sheets of lightning
cascade into the attackers, incinerating three on contact. The
remaining three rush into your group before Darwin can bring his attack
to bear. You bring your sword up, attempting to drive your opponent
back, but the fanatic shrugs off your blow, knocking you to the
ground. You attempt to throw him, but your strength alone does
not seem enough- The fanatic howls in glee and brings a rust-colored
warhammer crashing down upon your head.
-You have died-
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