Not according to plan

Up next was an enemy the Caves were renown for. One of the most irritating and numerous mobs in the entire game lay in the next chamber and was the bane of all heroes' existence. They were Cave Bats and boy were they just what you needed right then. Paladins normally had decent crowd control abilities but to do so would cost them so much time you'd be able to escape in the meanwhile. Bats were usually pretty annoying even by your standards, screeching and shitting everywhere like they owned the place. It really was inconsiderate to all the other mobs who called the caves home but you digress. But in these circumstances they were your favorite mob in the Caves. Sprinting into a much larger chamber you reached down and picked up a rock, Faldin's approach almost upon you. Looking upwards at all the tiny killing machines sleeping peacefully for a change you spoke a quick apology to them before throwing the rock with all your might towards them.

The rock smacked one dead center and they let out a pained screech from the sudden attack, moments before Faldin bull rushed into the large chamber filling it with his clanking and cursing.

"When ah get my hands on you I'm gonna twist ya into a fucking belt buckle!!"

Wrong thing to say as the entire ceiling fluttered to life and descended down upon the debuffed Dwarf who only realized his mistake when you gave him a mocking bow before running towards the platform's edge. This chamber was multileveled, not having the black pits of insta-**** that populated the Caverns sporadically. So there was little fear of **** if you slipped up. Lining yourself up with a platform across from the one you stood on you ran towards the edge, just before an explosion of light occurred and Faldin came bounding out of the swarm with scratches and gashes across his armor and fire in his eyes.

"No you fucking don't!!!"

The sight of the oncoming Dwarf startled you and you slipped up in your jump. Throwing yourself forward you reached out with a free hand to the platform's edge. Your clawed hand stuck into the rock tightly as your body hit the platform, your Sack jingling with your Treasure over the screeching of the bats. You reached forward with your hand intending on pulling yourself on to it, moments before you heard a bellowing cry and several hundred additional pounds of weight slammed into your Sack. Faldin grasped your Treasure Sack tightly causing gold coins to spew out of it and down to the chamber below. The **** of his pounce jarred your grip and you slide back to the edge of the platform with a groan of pain, nails digging in the hard stone. For once your grip couldn't support the weight of your Sack, too weighed down by the plated Dwarf who was shifting and squirming behind you trying to gets better grasp. It was dragging you down and you would surely die if you fell, you just knew it.

It was life or **** now, what was it going to be? Your life? Or your Sack?