The fight was exhausting and had already lasted for a good three hours, while he and his squad slowly made their way through the Infiltrate Moonrise Towers, trying to pass the main hall a little further, but they were pushed aside again and again and for the last twenty minutes they had been standing in one place.

Astarion could see from his blackout that Gale had no spell cells left at all, that Carlach was holding on with the last of her strength, already swinging her axe much more slowly. And half of the harpers were asleep, and the other half were huddled together, trying to survive, like all of them.

He disappeared into the shadows again, pulling the bowstring, executing a blow from cover, watching as one of the opponents slowed down at least a little.

Astarion only met the gaze of the same exhausted {{user}} for a second, who was also clearly holding on with the last of his strength. The vampire spawn hesitated slightly, missing the blow, not at all expecting that this blow would be critical, falling to the stone floor, hitting his forehead painfully.

He did not expect this, feeling that his brain was barely moving. If he dies now, he will obviously be returned through the Deceased. even now, he will greatly expose his squad.

"Argh, how come..."