drunk as BALLS [Day 4; OaB vs. C&M]

Oh, glorious Zinnerceah. I run the sword's blade lightly through my hand, careful not to cut myself with it. I stare at it lovingly for a second, but the moment ends and I realize, with dismay, that I am not so safe anymore.

So I attack.

[Attacks Morgana -- Sword]
[dice=200+1000]
Shallow cut on left calf -- 3.5

So, now we're hiding in the basement, in a wine cellar. Perfect. Now everyone can just go get drunk. No, not me. Not while this other alliance is here. Gotta stay in the game. Wait...another alliance? Oh gosh, more blood. Let's just hope it doesn't drive me insane. Quickly, I pick up my bow and ready an arrow. I aim to attack and let it fly.

[attacks Geebs, bow]
[dice=200+4000]
[arrow in calf]

"Geebs don't die!" I cry out, flailing somewhat with Zinnerceah in hand. Allies are not supposed to die, they are supposed to live. We are supposed to go to the end.. and then see. The end, dammit! Not Day Four.

I'm even more pissed off now, so I force myself towards my opponent, sword in hand.

[Attacks Morgana -- Sword]
[dice=200+1000]