Sheridan hissed, a draconic curse uttered under his breath. He had nothing left, exhausted and beaten. The hunter's weapon had struck far harder than he expected, the limits of his natural size far greater than he thought in that space.
He was dangerously vulnerable, the protection of his FEAR spent. Dying did not frighten him, he had experienced far worse in the nitemare of the trials, dissipation was a pain he was all too familiar with. But he could not afford to lose consciousness here, not in the reach of the hunter, Tess would never forgive him.
"Follow me if you dare, hunter."
A parting snarl, his words hissed through clenched teeth, Sherdian sped through the door, wings unfurled, gliding down the stairs, through a window, out of the hunter's reach before he collapsed from is wounds and exhaustion. There had to be a way, some advantage, a trap to snare his opponent, a refuge to regather himself, to recover, and strike again when the hunter did not expect him.
(( HP: -1
Damage: n/a
Defeated and booking it the hell out of that room ))
