Feeling confident that he could strike his enemy before the dagger made contact, Adnaj charged the thug. Unfortunately, Adnaj hadn't expected the swiftness of his assailant. Adnaj's advance was all too predictable for a practiced killer. The man dodged to the left and buried the blade of his dagger in Adnaj's right flank.
The pain was unbearable and, in that moment, Adnaj couldn't help but to howl out in sheer agony. Suddenly, all of the makeup on his face and the efforts to keep himself freshly embalmed were in vain. His wide and blackened eyes bore the suffering of a dead man screaming out in agony. His decaying flesh accentuated every pained wrinkle on his face. The blood that his assailant had been waiting for was absent. Instead, ichor oozed from Adnaj's painful wound.
The man wasn't terrified but it caused him to pause. The sight was unexpected enough as to take him by surprise. The tiny window was enough. Through his pain, Adnaj whipped his shillelagh across the man's face. It wasn't enough to knock him unconscious but it did stun him and send him off of his feet. Adnaj dropped on top of the man and whacked him two or three times before he was convinced that the man was unconscious. He looked over at Crypt.
He wanted to help. He wanted to stand and shift the balance in Crypt's favor. He couldn't even lift himself, however. In fact, he couldn't even press his upper body off of the ground without inducing an almost paralyzing amount of pain. He knew better than to try and remove the knife but he also knew that he wouldn't be able to run anywhere. For now, the only thing that he would do was to begin the work of bandaging around the wound and trying to create a makeshift brace to avoid placing any weight over that side of his hips while eliminating the need to contract any of the injured muscles.
The pain was unbearable and, in that moment, Adnaj couldn't help but to howl out in sheer agony. Suddenly, all of the makeup on his face and the efforts to keep himself freshly embalmed were in vain. His wide and blackened eyes bore the suffering of a dead man screaming out in agony. His decaying flesh accentuated every pained wrinkle on his face. The blood that his assailant had been waiting for was absent. Instead, ichor oozed from Adnaj's painful wound.
The man wasn't terrified but it caused him to pause. The sight was unexpected enough as to take him by surprise. The tiny window was enough. Through his pain, Adnaj whipped his shillelagh across the man's face. It wasn't enough to knock him unconscious but it did stun him and send him off of his feet. Adnaj dropped on top of the man and whacked him two or three times before he was convinced that the man was unconscious. He looked over at Crypt.
He wanted to help. He wanted to stand and shift the balance in Crypt's favor. He couldn't even lift himself, however. In fact, he couldn't even press his upper body off of the ground without inducing an almost paralyzing amount of pain. He knew better than to try and remove the knife but he also knew that he wouldn't be able to run anywhere. For now, the only thing that he would do was to begin the work of bandaging around the wound and trying to create a makeshift brace to avoid placing any weight over that side of his hips while eliminating the need to contract any of the injured muscles.