And with the Sundrinker's threat, he readies the command for the Torc of Heroic Sacrifice upon his neck. He has no idea if its power will reach her...
But he has to try. And keep trying, fighting for every inch before he falls.
[17 damage, 23 HP healed]
But he has to try. And keep trying, fighting for every inch before he falls.
[17 damage, 23 HP healed]
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His resolve didn't falter this time, instead bolstering even further by some unknown force. Udorakas didn't understand why, but he felt some sense of familiarity with the caged figure within Sundrinker, a desire to break free from fate. +
Catching his breath, the dragonborn could only watch as Lazarus was razed once more, the direct ire of the abomination. He was about to yell once more to get their attention, +
"Come on then... Swat this pesky fly if you can!"
Udorakas channeled his thoughts into his Dragonhide Belt, feeling a wave of energy wash over him once more. He still had oil in the lantern, still had a few good strikes left. +
[Action: Dragonhide Belt, Regain Ki = 5 Points
Bonus Action: Patient Defense, gain 10 Temporary HP + Expend 1 Focus Point to Disengage + Dodge]
The dragon faded into the recesses of the mind, as a single voice spoke up from the depths.
"I'm done..."
Sundrinker's wings beat against the air, flapping viciously, straining as it rushed toward Udorakas, its wings
The world spun for a moment as Sundrinker offered a single, crucial moment where its will was not crushing against Verone.