she gets her grip on the cane again as she's trying to get up from the force of the tackle. she sees the tank and the lance approaching, closes her hand around her cane, and...
casts! oh, this feels kind of familiar, actually? the sword wound on her back, the arrow wound on her cheek, and the bruises she would have formed from the tackle all heal over in a bright flash of light which may or may not blind the party.]
I don't want to fight you! I'm just trying to survive!
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she gets her grip on the cane again as she's trying to get up from the force of the tackle. she sees the tank and the lance approaching, closes her hand around her cane, and...
casts! oh, this feels kind of familiar, actually? the sword wound on her back, the arrow wound on her cheek, and the bruises she would have formed from the tackle all heal over in a bright flash of light which may or may not blind the party.]
I don't want to fight you! I'm just trying to survive!
[and she's up and running again. which:
[6:11 PM] Dice Maiden: britt 🧃 sip juicing Roll: [19] Result: 19]