* Driving in like an unbeatable force, a pale grey death spirit claws at you. You barely block with an emblazoned tower shield. The claw lands a good strike that rips skin and exposes bloody cartilage under the left kneecap.
[You're battered, off balance with opponent in very strong position.]
* Driving in like an adept combatant, a pale grey death spirit claws at you. You partially block with an emblazoned tower shield. The claw lands a light hit to your chest.
[You're battered, off balance with opponent in excellent position.]
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* With the speed and temerity of a swooping falcon, a pale grey death spirit claws at you. You fail to dodge, leaning wrong and blundering into the blow. The claw lands a heavy strike that slices through the neck and sends your head flying through the air.
The grey death spirit wails with joy!
Your bastard sword and tower shield fall to the ground.
Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died! Already, you feel the tug of eternity upon your spirit and you struggle to remain tied to this world.
Battered to dead? Come on. I don't even have low stamina. Talk about a shattered ego.
Kolaisa
Use that beer sponge you call a brain!
