[Arthur finally gets a somewhat non-mediocre roll, dodging the slash.
Opal does as he says and moves to run. However, all the Edoras soldiers can hear are movements, as one blindly stabs at the sounds he hears—and Opal doesn't do quite as well as Arthur. The blade goes through her gut, as blood splatters on Arthur.]
[cool! except not cool at all. he takes in a ragged breath as everything slows, as if he can stop this, as if he can move the blade back through time - and then there's blood over his face and his shirt and he's immediately aiming a blow at the center of this man's chest. eighteen because the dice have finally freed me.]
[Good job on your roll, Arthur, because his aim strikes true, hitting this man right where he wants it. Opal collapses to the ground, gasping out in pain for a moment, before her breathing grows weaker.
The mist is beginning to fade now, as another Edoras soldier takes aim at Arthur, slashing his sword at him.]
[The healing seems to help a little, though the wound is still far too severe to fully close. She's still losing blood, but also, she struggles to sit up and opens her mouth to warn Arthur—
Except it's too late, and the soldier slices Arthur's right hand clean off.]
[Very valid of him! As Arthur is clearly not in a state to immediately react, the soldier lifts their sword again, aiming to cut him down—before Opal uses what strength she has to lunge forward, grabbing onto the soldier's hand.
With an annoyed swing of his wrist, though, he manages to toss her to the side. He raises his blade, poised to strike her this time.]
[since he only has one hand now, he's aiming some kind of shadowy projectile weapon at the soldier's hand with the one he has remaining, trying to disarm him again. at the same time, he's trying to tackle him. i rolled a six though so rip opal.]
[Arthur is doing his best here. He does at least manage to distract the soldier by manifesting a projectile at him, preventing him from cutting Opal down, and then Arthur goes to tackle him, to keep him away from Opal—
In the process, as he grows more and more desperate, he will feel his ring grow hot. Then, he wakes up.]
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Opal does as he says and moves to run. However, all the Edoras soldiers can hear are movements, as one blindly stabs at the sounds he hears—and Opal doesn't do quite as well as Arthur. The blade goes through her gut, as blood splatters on Arthur.]
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The mist is beginning to fade now, as another Edoras soldier takes aim at Arthur, slashing his sword at him.]
You bastard—!
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Except it's too late, and the soldier slices Arthur's right hand clean off.]
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he screams in pain!]
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With an annoyed swing of his wrist, though, he manages to toss her to the side. He raises his blade, poised to strike her this time.]
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[since he only has one hand now, he's aiming some kind of shadowy projectile weapon at the soldier's hand with the one he has remaining, trying to disarm him again. at the same time, he's trying to tackle him. i rolled a six though so rip opal.]
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In the process, as he grows more and more desperate, he will feel his ring grow hot. Then, he wakes up.]