Throw the gourd in her face! Attack!

Chapter 5: Pomposity

Finally within her reach, you toss the drink forcefully into her eyes.

You hope that some of the foul orcish liquid might find its way into her vision and aid your new mission.

Alas, the orc is more than a match for your weary aim, and she is already upon you, her tusks burying themselves into the depths of your shoulder. The gourd barely glances her shoulder, unnoticed, as the woman tears into your flesh. Behind you resounds the snarl of a Smilodon, and your blood starts to trickle limply into Myr's bathing pool.

"Oh," you mutter.

Yeah. This was a silly...

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