After seeing the pale grotesque human--well it [i]was[/i] human--Gune's heart sank. He was really looking forward to not dealing with a terrifying monster that appeared to be fueled by hate and black slime. Next time, maybe the stupid monsters will die quietly when they're set on fire? That's not asking too much, right?

Gune's pulse was racing. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears, and thumping rhythmically against the side of his head. His feet felt like running away; his hands wanted to stab something; his mind was vacant of any coherent thought as he blinked absentmindedly for a moment.

His feet took the initiative, but without proper direction from his brain, they went in the direction of the monster instead of away from it. Words of eldritch power echoed loudly inside his head. [i]Nemesis. Destroy.[/i] Magic thrummed inside his backpack while chorus of angry whispers rose to a fortissimo only to stop abruptly.

He yelped in surprise. By the time his senses finally caught up with reality, Gune's frantic dash had already delivered him to the creature's side. Realizing this, he screeched again in shock and stabbed at it reflexively.

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Rapier melee attack vs. the Black Servant
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/974]7[/url] to Hit

lol...[/hider]