The Predicament (Chase vs. Grikey)

I grimaced in pain. The girl had drawn out a sword and sliced open my leg. And here I was expecting her to go running. To run her down and finish her off.

Oh well. This way was more fun.

I consider my options. I could back away and pick her off with my bow and arrows, I could back away and pick her off with my throwing knives, or I could stay here and fight close up with a regular knife. I chose the latter.

I sling my bow back around my back, and reach to my belt for my knife. I unsheath it, relishing at the smooth sound it makes on the way out. This will surely be a piece of cake.

I move to her side, and bring up my blade.

Attacks Storm:
[dice=200+2000]
Deep Gash on Right Forearm

I smile. I had gotten the girl back, that's for sure. She now had a terrible gash on her arm. That would make swinging her little sword just a bit hard, now wouldn't it? I backed away from her, and drew my knife up again. I was ready for anything she threw at me.

Bring it!

I felt pretty good about this fight. I mean, thinking back on the fight with the pickpocket, this girl hadn't even helped me! I had had no idea how she fought. And now that I saw, she could have helped me a lot! Well not anymore. I had damaged her sword arm and she was having to use the combined efforts of both to get a good swing at me.

I took a few steps back and nearly tripped up. I glanced down and saw a long handle... of an axe! I grabbed it, and yanked it out of the dirt. Some tree chopped must have left it out here without knowing. Well bad for them and good for me.

I glanced up at the girl. I imagined her mangled corpse laying at my feet, and smiled. That vision would be coming true all too soon for her.

Attacks Storm:
[dice=200+11000]
Deep Gash on Left Bicep

I smiled ruefully at the injured girl. This was just not going well for her. I lowered the axe, now covered in her blood, and awaited her next attack.

I let out a snarl of rage. I glared down at the knife stuck in my bicep. The wound was deep, and I was bleeding buckets. If this fight wasn't over soon, I might have just passed out. And that would not be good.

I grabbed the knife's bloody hilt, and wrenched the blade out of my skin. I stared at it. My blood covered every inch of it. I glared at the girl again, and suddenly realized this fight was pointless. It hadn't really been her fault the pickpocket had chosen the worst time imaginable to steal something valuable.

Oh well, I thought. Too late to back out now, and even if it wasn't I am no wimp.

I pocketed the bloody knife, and raised my axe again.

Attacks Storm:
[dice=200+11000]
Shallow Cut on Back