[x] Sirrocco
Will Roll: 3k3+6=18
Attack Roll: 7k3=33
Damage Roll: 6k3=16
In another time, in another place, you might have made a retort toward this man. You would have berated him for his failures, mocked him for his attempts at intimidation. You've gotten far more skilled in this last month at verbally attacking people, after all.
But none of that registers right now, for you are far too full of rage to care to engage this Tainted abomination in wit.
This man killed Gazat'ken. This man murdered a hero, someone who laid down his life so that your people would be better prepared. This Hachi had taken that hero away, had poisoned him so that Gazat'ken died in excruciating agony while you held on to his hand.
It is an insult that this monster lives while your friend does not. It is an injustice that this Tainted coward still draws breath while Gazat'ken has faded away into Yesterday. By what right does this villain have to exist, when someone so much nobler does not? You cannot stand for it! You will not stand for it!
Your vision clouds over, and all you see is red as Hachi raises a hand toward the ceiling. Nothing else exists in this room for you save yourself and the man you are going to kill.
"Embrace the blood!" Hachi cries, his shark tooth smile widening. All around you the sounds of battle increase in fervor, and you hear cries of pain from your allies. But you do not care, focusing only on your enemy. "Rip them apart!"
You roar and charge forward, slamming your tetsubo into Hachi before he can properly react. The hit strikes clean, your weapon crashing into the man's expansive chest and sending cracks through his armor. It is a respectable blow, and easily one that would have sent even a strong man stumbling backward gasping for air.
And yet, Hachi does not. Despite the damage to his armor, and the give you felt from his ribs, he doesn't seem to be feeling any pain. All he does is grunt and set his shoulders, throwing your tetsubo off of him with one hand and almost making you stagger. The man's strength is monstrous! Then, his pointed teeth set in a scowl, Hachi raises his sword arm above his head. His overlarge muscles bulge beneath his skin, and then he strikes.
You just barely turn aside in time, the Tainted man's sword missing you by scant inches. The force behind that attack is such that a mighty breeze passes by your face, buffeting you and making your eyes water. Hachi's katana smashes into the floor of the longhouse and sends clods of dirt flying into the air. Where the sword's tip lies, there is now a crater almost one foot across.
The Lost man recovers quickly, gripping his sword with both hands and stepping back from you. If he is at all perturbed by the injury you have inflicted on him, he's not showing it. The smile is gone, however, replaced by a look of extreme concentration. Hachi is taking you seriously now.
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