[P] He can't run like this, he has to keep fighting.

Krin smirks as the blow dart goes wide, feeling a surge of confidence. It's short-lived however, as she follows up with a cloud of poison. He gasps involuntarily, lungs filling with the green gas.

It burns. Oh Stars, it burns. His lungs ache and his heart pounds thunderously in his ears. He stumbles, falling to his knees and struggling just to get a clean, full breath. Black dots swim at the edges of his vision as he looks up at the kobold woman standing over him, rope in her hands and erection barely concealed by her skirt. He doesn't know where he finds the strength to throw himself to the side and scramble away, but somehow he does, getting unsteadily back to his feet with the help of his staff.

"Leave me alone!" He swings the staff wildly, hoping to connect. His legs feel like jelly, there's no way he can run. And he's pretty sure the only way he can bargain with her is to give her something he doesn't want to give. He feels the crunch of it connecting hard with the kobold's ribs. I bet that hurt, didn't it bitch?

Maybe he shouldn't have done that. The blackness dancing at the edge of his vision closes in as his limbs grow numb and heavy with over exertion. He loses his grip on the staff, knees giving out under his weight. The sound of it hitting the wood sounds strangely far away. The last thing he sees before passing out is the sorceress looming over him, giggling.

[P] I'll take another swing at her. 1d20 (16) + STR 3 + HRN 3 = 22

[GM] She tries to dodge 1d20 (11) + QUI 4 = 15. You hit her for 4 damage. She DEFINITELY didn't like that.

[P] I have no Stamina to try to run so... I flip a coin to see if I pass out... Tails.

[GM] You pass out. Go ahead and restore one Stamina for when you wake up from your nap.