Character || Dris'rynne
Stage || Swordsman (2)
Battling || Gerru
Battle Stat || 29
Defense || 20
Roll Needed || 80-100
Rolled || 56
Outcome || Lose
Experience earned || 20

( 20 x 2 = 40 ) / 2 = 20

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A smarter swordsman would have left well enough alone, and not given into a drunken ex-soldier's challenge. Dris'rynne had tried to avoid confrontation with the strange woman at the bar, preferring to keep her own company, but the boaster was persistent. She had called Dris'rynne out on her heritage, shaming her in front of everyone by saying that shifters were inferior to all else. "If you had any real guts those bug women would have been dead years ago!" The proprietor had separated the two before a fist fight started, though not before a challenge was issued. If Dris'rynne wanted to prove she had a right to be in Oba, with the real warriors, then she could kill a Gerru. The room had gone quiet in an instant, all except for the proprietor who called the soldier out on her stupidity. Who would dare do such a stupid thing?!

Dris'rynne, apparently. No one was going to talk smack about her people, and get away with it. She was either going to come back with a Gerru head or not come back at all.

It didn't take her as long to find the beast as she thought it would. When looking upon it's massive burnt orange hide Dris'rynne could see why this massive creature was avoided. The rocky plating that covered it's body was only as intense as the clubbed tail that kept smacking the ground with loud, earth quaking thwacks. For a moment she thought about walking away, though only for a moment. She would take this beast down or die trying.

The fifty foot tall brute turned it's lumbering head to look at her as if sizing her up. It was only when Dris'rynne drew her blades that it seemed to think her any real threat. The beast snarled, before letting out a bellowing roar that nearly deafened her. This was a mistake. She took first one swipe, and then another at it's legs once the beast was upon her, but it was too solid. Her blades bounced off that armored hide as if they were toys, and it was only her speed saving her from being run through with those gnarly horns.

Before she was gored, or worse, Dris'rynne made a plan to retreat. She rolled to the leg, narrowly avoiding being crushed beneath a heavy foot. Instead of stopping to catch her breath, the shifter stayed low and ran as fast as she could. If she didn't then she might not have another chance to slip away without at least some sort of injury. She didn't need to lose another eye!

Thankfully she managed to get away, but this wasn't over, not by a long shot.

(WC: 449)