Celtic's Curse of Strahd (IC)

[NiKkatsu]

Sora'Shana AC: 15 | HP: 25/25 | HIT DIE: 3d10 | INSPIRATION: 0 Sanity: 10 (+0) | Passive Perception: 10 | Passive Insight: 12 Conditions: --- Shana steps onto the raised platform in the middle of the tavern. They walk around it's edges, raising arms in defiance, trying to get the crowd riled up. They then proceed to walk to the center of the platform, eyeing Reinaldo in the process, and raises their stick vertically in front of their face, placing their right hand behind their back, waiting for the man to assume his position. As he does, she adopts a side on stance, readying her lunge. At this moment, Shana decides to return in the back of Sora'Shana's mind. Coming back to her own, she realizes the position she's in, with the crowd seemingly quite invested in the spectacle to come. She immediately blushes, understanding there is no backing out from this situation now. 'What kind of a mess did you put us in this time?' She asks inwards. But she is greeted with silence. 'Typical Shana.' She thinks. 'Well, here we are. Let's give it our best.' Focusing her mind on the battle, she taps the pool of psychic energy buried deep within her twinned soul, pushing everything else aside. Her pupils dilate, turning her eyes into two black pits, as a cold calm washes over her. The dance begins - she thrusts.