The mark of death glows for a brief fraction of a second, and time seems to sit still.
You can see the arrow clearly. It is dark and jagged. Gleaming with evil intent. It is headed for your head.>>71708
At the last possible moment, Dolce leaps in to intercept it.
Such perfection is placed in that shit that she can only change its course, not deflect it.
Less than half a second later, you both share a searing pain. But that pain proves you are both still alive.
Alive, but helpless.
You need outside help, and getting you back into fighting condition is DC8>>71701
You once more resort to what you are best at - exploiting the weaknesses of enemy armour. And there is much armour to be had here. You sheer a few key plates off a nearby elite, reducing his defenses notably.>>71706
Seeing a chance, you bury your axe into the shattered Elite, splitting his spine and forcing him down. You then rip your weapon out and strike him over the head, collapsing his helmet in, and killing him.>>71707
As the guards prepare to retaliate against the others, you charge in from behind and slam into one, knocking him forward, but not off balance.>>71721
You once more take aim, but the swirling melee is difficult to see into.
All too late you feel the cold mark of death darn upon you as an arrow strikes through your abdomen. You crumple forwards and helplessly roll to your side.
Four elites remain
Hopscotch is helpless and marked
Dolce is helpless and badly wounded
Venia is helpless and badly wounded