Counter with a stab.

Choice: Stab Jotor

Variables: +Attack, +Aggressive

You jab at Jotor’s neck with your trident, it punctures through the heavy chain mail covering and deals moderate damage. You can see slight trails of blood.

Jotor takes 40 + 1 points of damage (bleeding)

“Take this!” Jotor grimaces in pain but angles in to deliver a righteous blow to the side of your head. The hilt of his two handed greatsword crashes into your nose and mouth area, leaving it numb and your eyes spinning.

Hark Pantheon takes 50 points of damage.

Silver stars spark around the edges of your vision and you struggle to maintain consciousness, Jotor is one strong bastard. You step forward with the shield raised high, as soon as Jotor steps in range you rush him with a shield bash. You close the distance in an instant and Jotor reels from the blow. He recovers quickly, flailing his sword in front of him in swathing circles. You sidestep to his left and use your considerable reach to jab Jotor in gut and right at his armpit.

You hit Jotor twice! Jotor takes 12 damage. Jotor takes 35 damage.

You win!

10xp

Jotor Helmbatter (212 HP) vs Hark Pantheon (450 HP)

Jotor falls to the ground and lies flat. He splays his arms outwards and breaths out a sigh of relief. “I’ll be damned lad. You’re a helluva warrior. Who taught you to use the shield like that?” You try to reply but memories flood your mind. Drowned voices, and regiments in an ancient field. “I-I… don’t know.”

“You okay? I’m the one who got just got stabbed to bits y'know?” Jotor gets up, injured and dazed, but attempting to console you. “I’m fine. I just get these odd memories.”

Jotor looks pained. “Ah. Yes, the Echoes. I know them too well.”

“The echoes?”

“We demigods have powerful ancestral ties. To distant relatives, and to our past lives.”

“Past lives? That’s a lot to take in Jotor.” You say.

“Trust me, I feckin know.” He grins but there’s no humor in his eyes.

“Demigods have powerful souls, and we take part in the cycle of rebirth moreso than lesser souls, such as trees or birds.”

A nearby raven makes a loud “Kraa-kraa.”

“There’ll be things you remember, things you feel, that you have felt, that you have experienced. Your talent with the shield is just a precursor to whatever else your memories have in store for you.”

“Well this raises so many questions.”

Jotor laughs and claps you on the back. “C’mon. We’ll talk it over food.”