Even with [Fleet of Foot], the initial run took too long. I ducked, I weaved, I dodged. None of it did much good.
Someone had landed a [Hamstring] condition on me. No, not the severing of the hamstring tendon. It's a condition that, depending upon severity, reduces your movement to half or one third.
<Stalwart Health!> I told my System. There just wasn't time to learn which level had been applied.
Near the end of my sprint, which had lasted long enough for me to be at [28/40 Health]…
Yes, that's not a lot of damage, considering I was clearly the most immediate threat to them. Still, it was much lower than I was comfortable with.
At the end of the sprint, I leapt at the wall, hard enough to sink in my talons.
"He's unstoppable!" one of the defender screamed. "Nobody said he was a monster!"
"Hm. Remain calm." a raspy voice said. "Sap him."
This was originally a longer fight, with Rhishisikk plunging himself into the half-filled horse troth. And then I did that stupid thing where I took a look at what he could reasonably do against competent foes with the health bar he actually has right now.
And yes, leaving the battle plan depending on a blind child was not the best of ideas anyone had that day.
For those who are still reading, thank you. Your constant readership gives me at least one stable thing to plan my free time around. I could overstate how much that means to me, but it's too much effort to do so. Thank you.