The temple guardian breathed down the heavyweight’s neck, but the brawler didn’t stop rubbing chalk on the wall. The patterns were familiar, and familiarity meant safer when you were three miles underground.
The creature was surprised, of course, when it swung a halberd the size of a telephone pole and missed.
When one of its fangs cracked, it retreated into the mists. Humans were tricky.
“Explain it to me again.” Akachi was preparing another Shrivelling blast against an archer, trying to duck and weave while still pushing Randall's wheelchair through the underbrush.
“Because it looks like your brother is only using the knife on defense. That seems ineffective. And the bandolier...it seems complicated.”
“I thought you were all about spirits.”
The shaman sighed, as nearby the boxer defeated a warrior with a patented combination, readying for another.
Yorick readied his shovel. His coat was in tatters, his beloved teddy bear ripped into shreds before his eyes... And the unquiet dead of prehistory had begun to surround him. It wouldn’t be a fun fight, even if he wasn’t bleeding internally.
“Why don’t you take on a real man?” yelled the pugilist from two blocks and 1000 years away.
The monsters turned...and charged. The gravedigger smiled faintly at the sound of skulls hitting the pavement.
The serpent’s sword had left a small cut on the boxer’s ear. It scared him more than it hurt him. After being in the ring with Bruiser Houlihan for eight rounds, Nathan knew his way around a beating. “The passage to the left. That’s where he came out of.” As Nathan readied his survival knife, Detective Luxley shot the beast in the head.
Winnifred loves this one. You play two skills to a test, you get to draw a card. One stays in your hand if you super succeed on the test. So every skill test, you get to draw a card. Your hand stays steady. Soon you need your own cave to store all the wine you stole.