* Moving in like a timid schoolboy, a hulking Xala'shar shredder swings a black iron ball and chain shaped in the appearance of a fleshless skull and spine at you. You partially block with a kertig targe adorned with crimson moonsilver.
[You're winded, solidly balanced with opponent in excellent position.]
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* With inept movements, a hulking Xala'shar overseer slices an intricately carved black iron halberd at you. You barely block with a kertig targe adorned with crimson moonsilver.
[You're winded, solidly balanced with opponent overwhelming you.]
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* In a weak and directionless display of aggression, a hulking Xala'shar shredder feints low at you. You dodge, stepping aside.
[You're winded, solidly balanced with opponent in excellent position.]
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The Xala'shar overseer moves into a position to parry.
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* As if fumbling muscle flab were natural, a hulking Xala'shar shredder bashes a black iron ball and chain shaped in the appearance of a fleshless skull and spine at you. You evade, stepping clear of danger.
[You're winded, solidly balanced with opponent dominating.]
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A hulking Xala'shar overseer slams its foot into the ground as it begins to vent a thick cloud of smoke, surrounding its heavily armored frame in a choking mass of black.
Moments later, the Xala'shar overseer emits a metallic roar as the black smoke suddenly coalesces into the ghostly silhouette of a humanoid figure, which speeds towards you!
Moving a moment to late, the smoky silhouette lunges forward and winds its formless body around you with the ease of a serpent entangling its helpless prey. As you remain paralyzed by some unseen force an airy voice whispers in your ear, "Formed from sorrow and agony, I have been forged in the black fires of death! Witness my pain, and know the horrors of life!"
The world appears to slow down around you before being engulfed by a shifting sea of shadow and smoke. Without warning, events long buried in the corners of your mind lurch forward to reveal their hidden truths before your very eyes. Familiar and obscure faces and events of your past surge forward like a massive wave breaking through a weakened dam, drowning you within a churning torrent of raw emotion.
Slowly, the haze lifts from your body with a chilly hiss, leaving you a shuddering mass strewn upon the ground.
[You're winded, weak, very badly balanced with opponent overwhelming you.]
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* A hulking Xala'shar shredder sweeps low at you. You barely block with a kertig targe adorned with crimson moonsilver.
[You're winded, weak, very badly balanced with opponent overwhelming you.]
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