Character || Dris'rynne
Stage || Swordsman
Battling || Xaraan
Battle Stat || 27
Defense || 15
Roll Needed || 60 - 100
Rolled || 30
Outcome || Lose
Experience earned || ( 13 x 2 ) / 2 = 13

Niyani told her to let it go, but she couldn't. Not only had she been called a thief and a rustler, whatever the heck that was, but a beast had her on the run. Well, no more! When she knew the breeder was in town, selling his stock and she didn't see the crimson freak Dris'rynne slipped away. She took the fastest route back to his homestead, shaving off nearly half a days time, but coming in exhausted. It didn't matter because in a few hours she was going to be having Xaraan steaks.

It found her a lot sooner than she found it. The creature already seemed agitated, which wasn't a good sign, but spotting the armed shifter send the thing into a tailspin. Almost literally. It stomped it's great legs, lowered down to the ground and charged. Dris'rynne's base sense of self-preservation was gone in the wake of her need for vengeance. She dodged the creature, but just barely.

Dris'rynne rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the hooked beak. However, the creature was too fast for her to dodge again. She swung her blades up to meet it, but the thing shoved it's head between them, catching her off guard. It rammed it's great head against her own, knocking her flat on her back in the sand. Her swords fell out of her hands, clamoring to the ground. Dris'rynne tried to reach for them, but the world was spinning around her. All she could see was read, and the sounds...so quiet save for the squawks of a lone, crimson xaraan.

Before she realized it she was out cold.

(WC: 271)