[ Total Damage: 1060 ]
Who: Sawyer
Health: 45/50
Weapon: Knife
Damage: 6
Sawyer awoke, dazed, confused, and with no recollection of where she was or how she came to be there. She had one hell of a headache to boot. The noise from nearby did nothing to help. Screaming, crashing, footsteps, a crunch, a low rumble... Damn it, was the ground shaking again? The last thing she needed was another earthquake. Maybe that was just her skull splitting though.
As the sounds intensified, Sawyer became aware of her surroundings. More than that though, she became aware of enormous battle taking place around her. People were everywhere. People and... other things, the worst of which was a towering black beast covered in thorns.
Sawyer jumped to her feet. Instantly, she regretted it. Her head spun and swelled. An invisible force held her skull in a vice. She was like an overripe grape, about to be popped. The mental image that provoked was crude yet amusing. She almost smiled. A trickle of blood that ran down her lip reminded her of her circumstances though. Her strange and surreal circumstances.
That thing—whatever it was—was the source of her condition. How she recognised it as the source she did not know. Its sinister appearance might have lent her the idea, or maybe it was the score of people and monsters attacking the beast. Either way, she did not care. She was awake, in agony, and had a knife. That could only mean one thing.
Heedless of the danger, Sawyer ducked through her fellow combatants, with all the intent to carve her pain into its master.
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