Enough to make my systems blow [.plot-fünf.]

    As Jason followed behind Felix descending into the darkness, he felt a small grin come upon his face.  The surrounding darkness was a safety net for him to move through, but the fact that there was an entire group here put his in a bit of a paranoia.  As Jason got to the bottom of the stairs he paused to think, he would be more than capable of moving around on his own with no one to hold him back, but at the same time if anything were to happen to him there would be no one to aide him.

    Jason let out a deep sigh,  "If we are going to explore we may as well do it safely.  We need someone to scout ahead, it may as well be me." Jason said to the group.  "I would not like to go it alone So I should be able to bring a person or 2 with me max.  i would prefer someone light on their feet or someone who could relay what we see back to the group telepathically."  Hopefully there was someone here who fit what he was looking for.  It wasn't like Jason to try and take a lead role, rather he was watching out for safety above all else.  While since coming to this school he was able to refine his power, he knew limits and going beyond those limits would tend to end with him being out for 2 or 3 days recovering.

    Jason surveyed through the darkness, trying to see if someone was brave, or stupid enough to take him up on what he had to say.

    Not only had everyone virtually arrived pre-split in two groups, not counting the stragglers, but Felix had been quick to gather a group identity and appeared to be the most forward driven individual of anyone present. He put them on task. And now, even as he mocked the suggestion, Felix remained the only one to actively go forward and actually do the job. To which everyone else appeared to readily follow.
    Whether you want the job or not, you have it.

    Chase, on the other hand...
    While he respected Chase's decision to refuse leadership, it appeared, somewhat intuitively, to Tucker that Chase would be more concerned about the people around him than Adrian. The only thing Adrian had going for him would be the very few qualities Tucker had pointed out. With no one else stepping up, it seemed that that would have to do.
Tucker furrowed his brow at Stella's suggestion, giving a serious moment's thought to the idea. Ultimately, the girl had not shown any tendency toward leadership, or at the very least command and motivation, like Adrian and Felix had. Beyond that, he could not be sure that anyone would follow her. Besides, assigning Chase and Olwen to act as an early warning system for either group seemed like a good call.
    No, her focus should be on our surroundings, not on the group itself.

    Spitfire, devoid of apprehension (or much forethought), decided the best way to lead would be to forge ahead, but obviously he became dependent on Gadget to actually get through the door. Maybe he could have kicked the door in, but maybe not. Somehow, even though Spitfire determined not to let himself fall behind Gadget, even Buo and Blade had slid past him before he could gain entrance. He followed impatiently, but when the sound of distant screams and rumbling thunder of vibrating walls took precedence in the darkness, he easily pushed ahead. It all caught his attention but he showed no sign of worry. Spitfire focused forward, ready to pounce, and completely oblivious to the vanishing stairwell behind him.
    "Sounds like a party. Shitty lighting, though."

    Hazel eyes watched from the dark of the treeline; observed each student as they would make their way into the outbuilding and vanish into its foreboding depths. Tucker had resigned to be the last one in. He would keep an eye on everyone from the back, though he remained largely dismissive or forgetful of the house cat, even if Felix had deigned to recognize him.
    As Tucker pushed through the doorway, he felt a hollow sense of dread in the darkness. Numb feet tread down the creaking wood steps, each grain in each plank giving an odd pain to his chilled soles. At the final step, when his bare foot met hard ground, he chanced a look behind him, only to witness their escape vanish into thin air. He stared at the empty space and wall blankly.

    "Light on their feet?" Spitfire began, stepping forward to gain consideration with Blade. If they were going to split up, a leader should be willing to risk danger, too, right?

    Chase would be better suited, wouldn't he? You can hear Blade's thoughts at a distance, right? Why not just 'hear' what he sees?

Olwen Lithisi

We are sentenced to die the day we are born

  Olwen stared into the darkness and forced herself down into the labyrinth. The second she stepped down and off of the stairs the other peoples thoughts went away, she was momentarily horrified that she was losing her powers but remembered where she was and realized that it was just in here. Surely her abilities would return once they got back out, if they ever did.

   Olwen slid her blade out and held it tediously in front of her. The dim light made the sword reflect a little bit of light so Owl quickly lowered it so that it wouldn't give anyone bad their location. The others who had been outside were following them into the dark and she worried that those who came in might not all make it back out again.

 One of the guys spoke about splitting up and wanting two others to follow him but she was hesitant to follow. She looked up at Tucker and sighed, if she was to follow anyone she decided it was to be him. "Tucker, you're coming with me. Okay?" Owl sure hoped he would follow after her, since being lost and alone would suck.

With so much going on Constantine found himself growing more and more anxious, he knew he was close to finding his brother and everyone was sitting around doing nothing - all the way up until Felix decided to take things into his own hands and go in the direction that they needed be. Constantine followed far behind the other boy, finally mindful of his allergies. Thanks to this though, Constantine didn't get the chance to see that there were stairs that disappeared but instead decided to break off from the group to go his own way. It was obvious to him now that in a larger group there would be more talking and with more talking there would be less moving.

---

Always wanting to find new and interesting things, Stella had briefly forgotten her attachment too Tucker and had run after Felix and the others to walk into the building - bumping into Adrian with a small 'oomph.' It was only when she backed away from the other boy for a moment that Stella finally noticed the sinking feeling in her stomach upon being in this place. There was something about it that made her feel almost nauseous, but she quickly hid that fact and moved past Adrian to notice Constantine going off in another direction on his own. "Hey, that cat is one of us isn't he? Shouldn't one of us follow him?" Stella then mentioned, glancing at Felix and then Adrian - the two boys being the closest in proximity to her.

Without any further ado, the group is split up forcibly. In one moment, they are together, the next, they just... aren't. Or perhaps it is the emergence of a new barrier. At any rate, those who were standing near each other are more likely to end up together.

Adrian "Spitfire" and Stella.

Jason and Chase.

Tucker and Olwen.

Felix and, in a way, Constantine.

Sounds shouted bounce eerily about, making it difficult to determine the location of their origin. Even the lights seem to change, belying the witnessed locations.



Once Felix found himself on his own (basically), he decided to follow the cat for lack of anything else better to do. His breath came out in puffs of steam and he reached into a hidden pocket to pull out a small flashlight to dispel some of the gloom. He soon lost Constantine, though, and found himself utterly lost.

Chase had pursued the group the instant Felix had risen and inserted the key into the hole of the door. Something definitely seemed off about this place, and he wasn't quite sure how, but it was as though a fifth sense had his muscles taut and his mind skeptical. His senses had been heightened by the increasing tension in the atmosphere, and he was painfully cognizant of the heartbeats of each of the students around him. Instinctively, he adjusted himself so that he was walking towards the back of the group, not wishing to hear the sickeningly tantalizing sounds any longer. Along with this, he'd noted that the stairwell had vanished behind them, causing him only to arch his brows a bit in a subdued sense of surprise. He'd been correct in thinking that something was truly wrong with this.

He'd remained utterly silent as the others spoke around him, waiting until some sort of order could present itself and he could arrange himself with others in a group. Already, he'd voiced his opinion about becoming a leader and how terrible that would be, and truly, that was all he needed to say. Besides, he'd rather not open his mouth and allow the scents of his peers to float onto his tongue. The other girl who could hear thoughts seemed to have been wanting to ally herself with a sickly looking boy, but Chase was just relieved that she'd taken someone so they could begin dividing themselves accordingly. Before he could interject with a proposition to take a few of the other with himself, somehow, the world around him shifted, and he was left in utter solitude, or so it seemed. A faint scent had of another boy had remained lingering more strongly in the atmosphere, and indicated that the student that had approached them before had remained. ".. I can smell you, however it'd be appreciated if you at least verify that you're still here. It seems as though it's just the two of us left," he ventured, his lucidly blue eyes scanning his surroundings with a bit more ease than the typical human, since the werecat within him permitted his vision to be clearer in limited light. He'd stopped walking completely to try and hone in all of his senses in the distant screams occasionally passing through and, hopefully, the heartbeat of another student near him.

    "Fucking great timing," Jason mumbled to himself.  Jason pulled out a couple of glow sticks, he usually carried them around with him at night to illuminate the area and they were easy to hide and he was unable to see in the dark but the light was enough for him to see in the dimness.  With the sound of a dull crack the chemicals mixed and made a blue light dimly shine from his hands.  "Well looks like you're my partner then." Jason says as he lazily throws the chemical light to the other boy standing in the darkness.  Jason then cracks the second chemical light and it starts to emit a red-ish glow.  "Kinda funny how whoever this is sticks us in darkness and separates us all to make us scared.  To bad for them I enjoy the quiet and they gave me something that could become a massive weapon.  By the way name's Jason, hope you can keep up."

    Jason took a moment to close his eyes and concentrate for a minute.  Jason started to gather up the darkness around him focusing it into a dense object.  The darkness in the room starts to fade a little bit and the room becomes a slight bit brighter.  Jason could feel the weight of the darkness forming in his pockets. After about a minute of concentrating Jason opened his eyes back up, "Alright I'm good to go, hope you are ready for what lies ahead of us." he said to Chase as he started down the only corridor that seemed to go somewhere.

    First the stairwell and now his allies. Given the similarity, he doubted that everyone had been transported to other rooms. Somehow, someone somewhere had masked the students from one another. Except here stood Olwen.

    Are you doing this?
    If so, he would just have to see what she wanted.
    If not, he had no intention of being overheard.
    Would it matter? If someone could separate them, assumably through a mental hallucination so that the students could not perceive each other, could they not also read his mind? Still, what other precautions could he take?

    What would you call this? Obfuscation? Hm, we may be isolated psychologically... I wonder if we would bump into each other.
    He began moving around the room, reaching and failing to interact with his surroundings, at least on any level that he perceived.

    Alright, same plan. You scout for anyone you can, assuming this obfuscation hasn't sealed that perception off entirely. We'll go this way, I think the others would have tended in the same direction.

    He began to lead the way, actively processing that Olwen could likely handle herself given the way she carried herself and the large weapon she brought with her. He had not noticed any of the others carrying weapons. Perhaps they had relied solely on their abilities. Well, that could be a problem. Tucker had no weapon or ability he could actively use; however, that did not mean he would be defenseless.

    I'll aim to infect any open wounds you make, but be careful not to get any yourself. Too bad I didn't bring another mask.



***


    This place would be a challenge. An excitement brewed in Adrian as he looked onward into the darkness. Everyone else seemed apprehensive (according to his point of view), so he felt he could surely forge the way and demonstrate his resolve.
    He had barely moved when Stella walked into him, distracting Adrian from his objective and purpose. He merely tilted his head to observe who had shouldered him, though was not bothered by how she had simply moved past him since. But now, following her gaze, a ping of annoyance settled in as he noted the cat had moved off ahead of him on its own. Well, would a cat not be prone to do that?
    But before he could follow the example, the animal seemed to become a mirage. A hazy apparition that became transparent before disappearing entirely. He pointed curiously at the lack of a cat down that hallway and looked to see if anyone else had witnessed it, to find that only Stella remained at his side.

    Oh, great, there's no way she's going to fight in that get up. No one else? Well, this night had changed for the worse without a doubt. One moment, it had been about a glorious leader guiding his elite team into the bowels of the enemy; now, it seemed like two kids searching a haunted house.

    "Too late to follow the cat now, heels." Spitfire shrugged off his apprehension and chose a different path to follow than what the cat had taken. He did not bother to question why they were separated, or how, merely acknowledged that they were. "You better stick with me, I'm sure I could use those observational skills of yours." He spoke with thick sarcasm as he led the way, finding it unfortunate that using a torch to light the way would make this incursion very brief.

Olwen stared ahead, but when the feeling of emptiness filled her, her head turned to see that it was just her and Tucker now. The others had presumably gone elsewhere and now she was with him. Owl knew next to nothing about Tucker or what his power was so she decided to not depend on him to heavily for support. Even if he was the best fighter in the world with the most useful power for their situation, she would just handle what could at them when it would come. 

As he started to move, she did the same. Watching where she stepped just in case of traps or things that would draw attention to their location. As they progressed through the labyrinth, she felt a chill at the sound of the screams that echoed off of the walls. "This place gives me the creeps."  

Constantine continued on with his walking, not realizing that everyone had gotten split up. In truth he was more focused on find out where his brother was hidden and as a cat the young man felt less likely to be focused by danger as opposed to if he were a human. It was easier this way, that much Constantine knew.

---

One second they were all in a group and the next it was just her and this angry looking boy. Angry at least in the sense that he didn't seem to be very satisfied with being stuck with her. "At this rate you'll need more than just that," she replied easily. If this situation was really as dangerous as everyone was making it out to be, Stella finally figured out that she would most likely have to use her healing abilities at some point. Following after Adrian, she watched the boy in front of her - noting his red hair and body type. "Oh!" Stella spoke in surprise, tapping one of her hands which was in a fist into her other open palm. "*Bien sûr!" she spoke momentarily in French, the absence of the group making her more open to speaking in her native tongue.

"You're the one that burned up some of the hallways of the school, Adrian was it?" She then said to him, a satisfied smile gracing her face. She had been so focused on Tucker when they had initially arrived at this place that she hadn't even bothered to remember that there were plenty of other interesting students near her as well. "Did you do it intentionally or is it because you can't control your power?"

[OOC; *Of course! ]

After a few minutes of walking in the gloom, the groups finally encounter the denizens of the labyrinth.



Adrian and Stella: Their direction seems to be some kind of side-corridor. It takes them behind several cells wherein whimpering or growling can be indistinctly heard. In the dark, firm and steady footsteps head in their direction. Occasionally, light glints off something drifting in the air around this figure. His very pale skin and near-colorless hair almost seem to glow. There are two things that become readily apparent, though: he is not an ally, and he has spotted them.

(Roll for dodge or block, since he sends out shards of ice mere seconds later.)



Olwen and Tucker: It does not take long before you come into the thick of the cells. Ever few steps takes you past a loathsome or terrified individual behind the bars. The cages themselves don't seem to have an apparent locking mechanism, but it is doubtful that the inhabitants would want to leave even if given an opportunity. Those who stalk back and forth only think of pleasing the Mistress. Those who cower can think only one thing (and it's a mantra that plays on an endless loop),

"All paths lead to death."

In a split second, they are joined by another individual who materializes outside a cage whose sole inhabitant seems to be lifeless until further inspection (or listening) indicates her dreaming state. He bolts forward blindly, heading for a panicked collision with Olwen. (Roll for dodge)

(Olwen: The newcomer's thoughts are a jumbled mess, with several images standing out in sharp relief. A short, dark woman with a cruel smile, a tall girl covered in blood always hunting him down, a silvery fellow built for physical labor (but his water powers were the dangerous part), and a guy with a sword for an arm. These figures are the realest things to him. The rest confuses dreaming with reality, undertones of fighting in an arena (probably not his memories), consistent lines of being hunted for as long as he could remember the dark, and only a few ties to sanity left- these were the sporadic conversations with other students lost in the dark.)



Felix: The flashlight does little to dispel the gloom- it's a pervasive dark that begins to creep into one's spirit. Constantine is nowhere to be found, but it seems foolish to keep looking. On each side, there are cells. Some of them are empty, some open, and some occupied. With no mechanisms apparent on the bars, it would be impossible to set the occupants free... if that is even an appealing choice. The way some of them pace back and forth is unnerving to say the least.

There is something moving up ahead, but it sounds vaguely inhuman. The light from the torch is enough to bounce off the tapetum lucidum of a creature stalking in the dark.



Constantine: All paths lead to death. There is only one way to go. All other routes have been hidden. A door is the end of the route and shouting can be heard behind it, as well as the sounds of struggle.

If Constantine moves forward, he enters the battle arena. (go to the other thread)
If Constantine falters, a figure in the dark will engage him (random encounter, roll for perception).



Jason and Chase: Progress brought silence (aside from the dripping of water and the despair in the distance) for a time, but the sounds of sudden struggle emerge off to the left. It sounds like a huge brawl, but the whimper and silence at the end makes it clear that the odds were against one specific individual. Several sets of footsteps head in the direction of the two. Occasionally, the sounds of shoving and inhuman snarling can be heard.

(roll for reflex as there will be several normal/gifted individuals who will descend upon the two at once)



Felix fumbled in a pocket for something, anything that might help save his skin in the very likely case of the encounter being unfriendly. He found something, but the price for it was pretty steep and it was more of an ace-in-the-hole sort of deal. He took a couple steps backwards and kept rooting around for something else until he found a small satchel.

They weren't much, but they'd have to do if he was accosted. He flipped off the flashlight, hoping that he had gone unnoticed by the creature ahead.

No dice. He only had a second's warning before it leaped at him. Stupid idea, turning off the flashlight. Or was it? Without anything left for illumination, the sudden flashes of light and heat caused when he flung a handful of what would have appeared to be beads before they exploded took the beast by surprise.

Switching on the flashlight again, he bolted down the nearest side alley (or what passed for an alley here), trying not to let panic overtake his reason. The only injury he'd sustained so far was to his pride (and a small rip in his jacket, which was easily fixed), and he intended to keep it that way.

The moment the other student had spoken, his eyes darted towards the area where a faint outline of the boy could be revealed. Having nonhuman abilities sometimes could prove to be useful, at least in this case. "I suppose I am," he countered calmly in response to his comment about them being partners, not a trace of personal warmth edging into his tone. Based off of the way the young man held himself and how he spoke gave off a slightly arrogant demeanor, which deterred Chase from even wanting to associate himself with him, but he chose to brush off the snobbish judgement and tolerate him for the time being. After all, they were all that was left of the group. "I'm Chase, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he introduced automatically, a completely emotionless and mechanical reply as one would in everyday life. Once the chemical source of light had been carelessly tossed in the boy's direction, though, his hand shot out like a cannon, his fingers clasping themselves around the plastic object, "No thank you, the dark doesn't hinder my sight." He stuck the glowstick into his back pocket without any further comments on the matter, stepping forward with silent footsteps as the dripping of water echoed through the cavernous corridor.

With his senses heightened due to the slight tension laying over the air, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Chase that the light seemed to have grown increasingly brighter around the duo. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be," he answered with a long exhale, striding forwards with the student. However, he was sure to keep his distance, since he knew that there was only one another heartbeat to hone in on in such an acoustic environment, and surely that would tempt the beast laying dormant inside of him. The minutes seemed to stretch into hours as they pressed on, appearing only to continue driving themselves into an unending darkness. Despite this, Chase was able to maintain both his patience and composure without a strenuous amount of effort. Something had to be at the end of this, or perhaps the center, depending on how one looked at it. He was still able to hear the faint hints of a shriek or a yell within the depths of the edifice, indicating that they had a reason to hope. However, his meticulous thought process was interrupted once the sounds of a brutal fight ensued to their left, causing the young man to emit an inhuman snarl out of sheer habit and the increasing excitement of his inner beast. His lip curled upwards ever so slightly to bear his sharp canines for a brief moment, before concealing them once more, not wanting to revert to his bestial mannerisms in a time of stress, no matter how tempting it might've seemed.

Based off of the syncopated and various rhythms of the footsteps echoing against his eardrums, he could estimate that there were several foes lumbering towards the duo, and though it'd be a daunting task to eliminate or at least push past them, Chase was already preparing himself for an assault. He positioned his legs so that one foot was slightly in front of the other, as well as raising his fists to guard his face in a fighter's stance. "Jason," he began lowly, edging his way towards the other so that there was a more compact space for the two to fight, "If I.. Transform, you're going to need to either direct me through force and intimidation or subdue me with other means, for I will lose all rational thoughts and not recognize you as my ally. However, I only plan to rely on that if the circumstances grow dire, so I'm just giving you a warning." With this said, he exhaled slowly, stirring the monster embedded within him to draw some strength and adrenaline from it, as well as the lust for battle. Without any physical weapon to utilize, he was forced to resort to his fists, and absorbing some power from the werecat could be a vital advantage to his overall ability when it came to martial arts. Chase wasn't one to initiate any sort of attack, and he'd positioned himself so that the majority of his weight rested on his thighs, giving him a lightness to his feet that could prepare him for a multitude of attacks.

(OOC: I rolled an 8 )

    Jason continued to walk down the hall way with his new partner Chase, taking in the echo of their foot steps in the hallway. As he continued down the hallway Chase had informed him of his ability to transform. Jason's curiosity got the better of him, "So i have to ask, what exactly can you turn into? I have had the misfortune of having to fight one of those before, needless to say it was a long and sleepless night. Thankfully I have developed my powers quiet a bit since that time." Jason let out a small sigh, "I guess it is only fair if you were to know my power then. I have he ability to manipulate shadows and use them as a weapon to fight with, only problem is when I get out of control with the power it starts to take a toll on my body." Jason's serious tone started to lighten up. "But since you are afraid of your transformation trying to kill me I guess I'll need to keep myself under control. It's kind of like a bad joke, if we wish to be at our strongest point we run the risk of killing each other." Jason said jokingly.



Now the noise down the hallway was becoming noticeably louder and could no longer be ignored. Jason shifted back into a serious demeanor. "Just one final question for you." Jason found it difficult to ask this question, especially from someone he didn't know that well. "If the situation calls for it, can you, not your transformation, can you take the life of a person? Personally I plan on doing all I can to subdue who ever we encounter, but if it comes down to your life or my life being on the line, I will not hesitate to kill them to preserve ours." Jason then took a stance getting ready to draw upon his reserve shadows for the fight coming towards them.





[OOC: Reflex of 6 was rolled on a d20]

    Disappointment could hardly define the silence surrounding them. Tucker had expected some form of response, but could only regard Olwen's silence with suspicion. What are the limitations to her power? He hadn't the slightest clue. If he thought about it, her lack of prying might be an ethical choice. If I had that power, I wouldn't censor how I used it. That might be a dangerous admission, a proof of fault, if it hadn't required her to trespass the same morality to hear it.

    Bare feet padded silently on the hard floor, no longer numb from the cold, but hardly warm. Their scenery had shifted only to give a deeper sense of dread, the echoes of pain providing a more unnerving atmosphere than the simple dark could have dreamed of. He found himself in full agreement with Olwen's bare assessment, observing the way her shadow moved through the dark. Quiet. Focused. Ready.
    Good thing, too. It did not take long before the hard stone walls opened into regularly spaced metal bars. The air felt different here. Less of a chill: body heat. Stagnant: no wind. Reek: filth. The scent itself remained muted behind his face mask, but he had definitely noticed it. A wonder how Olwen dealt with it. These people are... He had no time to finish the thought before a figure manifested in the dark. Less time still before the newcomer decided to rush Olwen.
    A flailing madman with nothing but confusion and panic in his arsenal. She had a sword. Tucker chose to stay out of the way.

***

    Spitfire gave a slight pause at Stella's exclamation, as if suddenly all ears might be on them. Had she just alerted some lurking enemy of their presence? Doubtful; She had not been the only one speaking loudly just moments ago. Oh, he thought, So much for sneaking in.
    He turned then to regard Stella, How do people keep guessing that? How had everyone known it would be him to torch the building? The only person he remembered present for the whole ordeal had been Kestrel Harris, though he doubted the woman had carried him to the infirmary on her own. When he thought about it, there seemed to be incriminating factors sprouting up everywhere. Ruby. Avoids talking about his power. Red hair? That one was a little unfair.

    "Intentionally? Hm." Adrian appeared thoughtful but only momentarily, turning to lead the way down the dark hall, "I knew what would happen, but they wanted to see it for themselves. Didn't exactly warn them." He gave a dismissive shrug, but his pace nearly halted as he took in their surroundings. Even in the cold, damp dark he could see the silhouttes of people and bars around them.
"So much for a rescue mission, we don't even know where the exit is." Even as he spoke he wondered if his voice had attracted the nearly luminescent being toward their direction. It seemed unlikely. The figure's goal had been them regardless. And then he attacked.

    "Get down." Sharp and forceful, but barely a shout. Spitfire lunged into the space between each shard. No time to check. No time to think. He lunged forward to close the gap, cognizant of a follow-up. Distance closed; body tensed. The memory of schoolyard fights guided him. Brawn to brawn. Fist aimed for solar plexus with sharp intent. Spare arm kept guard. A follow-up of his own? The head. Go for temple. Deliver concussion. End it quick.

    He hoped Stella was alright.



(Agility 1d20 : Rolled 17)

   Olwen observed as the setting changed and metal bars appeared around them. She continued to follow Tucker deeper into the labyrinth, constantly hoping that they wouldn't die down here. Owl's nose suddenly died as the foul smells from the area, she gagged and tried breathing through her mouth instead. She wiped her wet eyes with the back of her hand, just as she returned into her defensive position, a figure appeared out of the darkness. Here eyes looked into his and felt her whole body tense up, though his thoughts were jumbled she got a few important things from them. The boy with the sword as an arm seemed familiar to her but there was no time to think about that.

   Owl raised her sword so that the oncoming enemy would run straight into the edge and hurt himself a bit. She braced herself for the on coming collision as the two of them fell to the ground in a pile, him on top. Olwen felt a wetness seeping onto her chest as he put more pressure on her sword. She moved one of her hands and used it to shove him off of her, rolling out from under him to stand above him.

(Dodge: 1d20: Got 15)