“The mighty witch of the goblin tribe aims her wand at you! A burst of green light erupts from the tip, the beam slicing straight through you!” Chance chattered on excitedly. “And that attack leaves you with… 0 HP…” Chance chuckled. “Guess that’s it for your character, let’s get another one goin-!” Chance abruptly cut himself off when he felt your weight settle into his lap, his face burning a bright crimson red. “U-Uh.. I don’t exactly think we can… play like this..” He mumbled nervously, eyes darting everywhere but your face. He’s trembling like a leaf in a rainstorm, hands nervously resting on your waist.