It never rains but it pours, huh?
With my arms raised I feel my left grow colder from the blood loss (2 dmg taken).
I mime stepping each of my feet forward in turn, slowly at first, pointing the golem in the direction of the cavern mouth. The rhythm of my feet are picking up speed now, my second body rippling with extraordinary energy. Closing my eyes I feel the locations of the two burning flames of runic energy. I put my suit on a collision course with the other, raising my right fist and hurling it forward as the two are about to impact.
Hack and slash I'm assuming? 5+6+?=11. Taking the extra damage for exposing myself. 2+9=11
The suit towers above Thrakdur.
The First of Many, says the voice, and then there is a wild pounding of feet. A second suit
slams into the Avatar, fish slamming into the heavy metal helmet, visibly denting it, grill crumpling from the impact. As it reels back, the Avatar catches its footing, twisting its stance, and drives a perfect fist straight into the Golem's chest.
Don't interrupt! the voice demands.
Deken, your golem takes 1d10+2 damage, and you feel/take half of that, rounded down.
The two golems about to clash, I stand a few meters away, machete at hand, and wait for the perfect time to carve the final rune up.
I look around at the scene, knowing my brothers in arms won't last a great deal longer. This needs to end soon. As I watch the great creature, I take notice of the rune on its elbow and knock another arrow. Aiming directly at the spot, following it with my eyes as it moves, I loose the arrow with hope that it strikes true.
(5+5)+2=12
Damage: 8
As the two suits clash in front of me, I use my own blood and draw the circle of Shandur, the embrace of Unod, and the star of Arkahz on my chest.
I use my axe to push myself back to my feet then let it drop and draw my bow aiming for the final rune.
Is he far enough away for me to use it? If so:
(6+3)+1=10 Dmg=4+2=6
As it does so, two arrows dart in simultaneously, striking the exposed, extended elbow of the Avatar of Shorn. The rune shatters, cracks - and then, for half a second, nothing happens.
Then the fine latticework of shining cracks across the Diving Suit begin to glow, increasing in brightness and intensity, spreading quickly and intricately like cracks across a breaking ice shelf, and the entire thing begins to crumble - flaking away, rusted and ruined, leaving behind only a firey, crimson glowing
shape where the suit was. It is fuzzing around the edges, and it is clearly beginning to fade even as you watch. But
it is still there.
Oh, this will NOT DO! says the voice, and the crimson, vaguely humanoid shape turns to Thrakdur.
DROWN AND DIE, it says, and
blurs, and suddenly, Thrakdur you find yourself hanging upside down, suspended by the leg from one of the Avatar's crimson hands.
DROWN and DIE!
What do you do?
With the loss of the suit, the Avatar of Shorn loses all damage resistance, armour, and will take 1hp damage per 'turn'.