Desperate combat

Lavorra faces the guards’ champion, can she win?

Yes/No (Likely) [2,1] No but...

At the last moment, she seems to come to her senses, her blade arm faltering and her sword slicing only air.

I can’t do this - I don’t even know who these people are, and they don’t seem right in the head…

The massive monk catches her in the chest with the full force of his swing, denting the breast of her breastplate - derisively referred to as “boobplate” by her friend Razi, for its dubious sculpting (its traditional Elven armour, Raz!) - and knocking her flat for the second time in a day.

She reels mentally, unable to believe quite how useless she seems to have become, and how she’s ended up in such a sorry situation. Winded, she finds herself unable to rise - nothing seems broken, but her chest aches to the high heavens.

The brute follows up, lunging at her, his weight crashing down towards her…

And impales himself on Lavorra’s sword.

She looks up in horror, a silent scream all she can manage in her winded state. And the mighty mountain of man crashes down on top of her.

She blacks out.