Forged Fury
First Post
Brue heard a scrabbling sound right before her world turned to darkness. Something must have blown out the torch... or worse.
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Brue forcibly quelled the panic that threatened to well up from her gut. She kept a tight grasp on the torch, afraid to drop it in the water lest it get irreparably wet. Her other hand tightened on the pommel of the longsword. She used her feet to hunt for solid footing and, if she found purchase, widened her stance. Her swordarm went on autopilot to the ready position, and she prepared to strike at the first sign that something might lurk near at hand. "Hello? she called.[/section]
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Brue dropped the torch but kept hold of the longsword. She snaked up her free hand and started pulling at the tentacles to get the creature off her neck. Air was foremost on her mind; sight could wait for later.[/section]
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Brue used the longsword and attempted to saw and slice at the top of the creature. She used her free hand to grope at the beast, and hunted for eyes or a similar vulnerability. If she found anything with her free hand, she'd give it a sharp hard poke.[/section]
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