- Yes, I want to say something like "You shall not pass!" (everyone)
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As your two friends steadily backup, you stand firm. Nothing should scare you. You are a Runner! You are now someone you always looked up to as a child. If takes all your mental to keep your feet planted. Your feet naturally want to take off and never turn around. You look fear in the eyes and know exactly what to say to the demonic man.
"You shall not pass." You say as powerful as possible. It sounds more like a mouse's roar.
"WHAT?" Turagav questions as the fires on his head reach further into the sky. "WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE!? WHERE IS YOUR TRICK?!"
His voice seems to tax your body. Obviously he didn't hear. You build up the courage to again speak, more definite in your conviction. "You shall not pass!"
""YOU DARE STAND IN MY WAY AND DENY ME PASSAGE?! THIS IS WAR RUNNER!"
Turagav's monstrous form lumbers toward you, ax raised. You shrink. The blood from your head drains and the ping of impeding death overtakes you. You can't even lift your sword. You know you are suppose to, but your arms won't move. This is it.
Turagav lets out a roar as he is pierced by an arrow in his side. Immediately, a javelin lodges itself into his neck, cutting his roar short. His figure falls like a like a tree onto the ground letting go on his ax as his hands reach for his bloody neck. His body quickly reverts to its normal self. An illusion. Of course. You had thought of such of thing was possible. You quickly regain your wits.
"Serves you stinkin scum right!" You hear. You realize it was Stach, and that he had thrown the javelin. You can tell that the arrow came from the trees. You just assume a fight might have been inevitable...
You scan the battlefield and in your minds eye, see what the current situation is...
The larger circles are ones on horses. Ones with letters indicate who they are if you know their name.
The Fellers are taken back at the surprise strike on their leader. This lasts a mere moment before a chunk of them begin to charge forward with a barbaric ferocity. They yell vengeful threats as they go. You tighten your grip on your Sword of Courage, it looks like you will need it. You are sure they are still oblivious to the number of Runners in the trees. They are coming at you fast, one on horseback. You yelp into the sync ring for help if they didn't already get the message. It'll be some time before your group manages to make their way over here...
You try to think what might work best. You decide you need to...
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- Press them head on. For Solaris!
- Run toward your group in the trees and regroup ASAP
- Try to divert the Fellers attention by running in the opposite direction of your main group, try to divide them up or at least facing the wrong way
- Run for the cows!
- Custom option