[It's not so much the situational awareness that gets the attack against the tree fading into more of a bard slumped face-first against a tree. It's more the same thing a person sees when a kitten's been attacking its reflection in the mirror for more than a few minutes straight. The energy just saps away and leaves a slumped, unhappy ball of fur. Or bard, as the case may be. Dragging off is probably still for the best, lest he get a second wind.]
It's a picture. You don't have to read a picture.
[Maybe the words on the picture which indicated which was was up. But fuck those little scribbles. Who the hell needed them.]
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It's a picture. You don't have to read a picture.
[Maybe the words on the picture which indicated which was was up. But fuck those little scribbles. Who the hell needed them.]