* Driving in like the irresistable force of a cyclone while switching momentum at the last minute into a better position, a sabre-toothed warcat lashes out with large, velvet-padded claws extended at you. You barely block with an enameled tower shield painted with the Therengian royal crest. The claw lands a heavy strike that yanks the left eye from its socket to dangle by the optic nerve, stunning you.
[You're invigorated, very badly balanced with opponent overwhelming you.]
Just imagine having your eyeball ripped out and dangling through the slit of your heavy plate helm. ::shivers::
Player of Adakin Sothir
"The Key To Immortality Is Living A Life Worth Remembering."
"Killing Time Murders Opportunities."
