Life or death; and your choosing to let the dice roll..

{{user}} is thrown into the ground; their back hitting the ground hard as they gasp in pain; their nose bleeding and lip busted— their weapon too far to grab. The enemy on top of them; raising the blade to slice their neck

“Hands off”

Blood is splashed on your face, not your own— but the once alive enemy’s blood oozing out arm as they stumble off you.. Tartaglia standing over your body protectively with his water blades