The lizard's eyes glaze over for a second as it partially resists the curse, then go wide with the sudden pain of Felix's blade. It was hungry before, but is now frantic in its desperation to survive. As it rears back to strike, Arcatek fires his very small crossbow into the melee (-4).
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The bolt goes wild into the underbrush, perhaps critically hitting a dung beetle. "More practice is needed for this to be effective," Arcatek notes aloud.
The lizard strikes desperately at Felix, hoping one snap of the teeth will be enough to provide a meal and send the rest of you running. Its cursed teeth find nothing but air between Felix's thighs, however. A few inches higher and there might be no more ladies in Felix's future.
Back to the top. You awake, Alhallor?