Still wheezing, Tarric heard Idunn's words over the shouts and jeering. She was right - he couldn't let himself be pinned like this. But Dagmar was down here with him... his broad hand struck out, aiming for her face. The woman twisted away, though, and his hand slid off uselessly. She leaned harder on her elbow and the Beorning struggled to move but refused to give up just yet.
Shadow edged Tarric's vision, but oddly he found it increased his focus. He would not lose here. Not only for his pride, but also for what might happen to his companions if he fell. His glance fell across the sad parcel of dead birds, not far away. Vara may not have been among them this time, but what of next? And the birds that were in there had deserved their fate not at all. He'd seen Radagast's face. They were no less friends simply because he did not know their names. This could not be borne.
With renewed motivation he unleashed the bear enough to release a great roar, right in Dagmar's face as she turned back after his failed strike. Despite herself, she faltered before such a vicious noise. She flinched, and Tarric writhed so violently she was tossed aside. He rolled and pounced before she could recover, delivering a hard punch aimed for her face again.
His fist caught Dagmar just as she started to rise, and she staggered, falling back to the ground again. Her hand was pressed to her abused jaw as she slumped, staring at the floor. The fight was over, though it was yet to be seen if anything had changed as a result.
Assets Tarric and Olwinne both have +1 talisman vs orcs.
Berserker - (Combat Talent) |
Progress ▥= 1 tick, ▦= 2 ticks, ▩= 3 ticks, ⬛= full
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