HP: 18-3+3=18/20 (ARTIFACT USED)
Damage: 3+1=4
In Training: Endurance 0/1
Trinkets/Artifacts/Items: Military Grade Weapon (2d6 + 1)
Adept Artifact Defense A (style A -3 damage taken, 4x per battle) 3/4
Novice Support Trinket, Style A (Heals another troll by half their maximum hp, 1x per battle) 1/1
Advancements: 9
Minibosses Defeated: 1
Quote:
Miniboss: 4/20
2+1=3 - If you rolled a 3, take 3 dmg.
2+1=3 - If you rolled a 3, take 3 dmg.
So add a head injury to the list. Ow. Usually he was surprisingly good at avoiding those. Let the rest of his body get banged up, but usually the head got a mostly free pass. Had to happen sometimes though and one of those times happened to be now. Still blinking the pain away and carefully holding back the horrid emotions trying to claw their way out, Nictor was in no way prepared for Eilidh to appear next to him.
He startled, arms jerking out from under him and sliding backwards as his legs kicked automatically to get away before he barely caught himself from cracking his skull off the floor too. Awkwardly he shuffled back into a sitting position, glancing at Eilidh with an obviously exhausted and distraught countenance. He didn’t think she was going to hurt him. Probably. He’s just, really wasn’t used to or comfortable with strangers in his personal bubble but she probably wanted something?
“S-so---rry, wh-whu-uhhhahhhhhhh,” Nictor tried but trailed off, shrinking away and pulling back as she got closer and closer and oh oh no she was going to do it she was going to use her teeth and take a chunk out of him why did he get so complacent-
That was not a bite.
Nictor blinked once. Twice. Thrice to make sure.
Big befuddled eyes looked after where the tealblood had retreated to, who was now refusing to look at him and pretty much everything else in his head had been temporarily overridden because what was that? Did she just kiss him? Did she realize halfway through that biting him here would get her lumped in with the zombies and likely dealt with the way they had been so far. Nictor wasn’t sure, he didn’t know much on the matter, but he wasn’t sure that there was supposed to be tongue unless you were trying to eat soemthing.
Wait, no, Bee had explained some of this. He just very much tried to block most of it out and felt his face starting to heat in confusion and distress even considering remembering that horrible talk here of all places and it wouldn’t even make sense for her to kiss him? Or, well, you could kiss someone affectionately, it didn’t have to be ro-uh, it, uh, it could be just platonic, yeah. But they’d just met and it was an absurd notion even if some of the group had been friendly with each other. It would have made more sense for her to kiss Static. Right?
Nictor’s head hurt. A lot. Was he only just now noticing that or was that a new development. It didn’t feel like it was hurting from the bump he just took.
Oh. Actually. He. Felt a lot better?
The distraction of Eilidh’s actions managed to temporarily wipe his brain which honestly was probably the best benefit of that strange interaction.
Nictor picked himself up belatedly, notably more solid on his feet than he was before and followed after the others only to be met with another one of these slimey lusus monsters and oh man it was lunging for him why did this keep happening every dang time!
He yelped, managing to knock the assault away with his forearm and got his staff out swift enough that on the next jump he could land a solid smack between its eyes, making it stumble away.
