As you prepare for this terrible and unfair duel, a cry echoes through the air. Suddenly, from a high side gallery, a Dwarf rushes at the enemy from above, landing on its back.
Startled, Azracha lets out a surprised grunt, which quickly turns into a scream of pain as your ally’s axe drives into its back, between its scales. The dragon roars in agony and fury, while you exclaim in astonishnt:
“Bärb? Bärb of Deepgold? How did you—”
“First strike, first serve!” he laughs, striking the beast again. “All the honors are mine and… ahhhhhh!”
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Using its wings like massive clubs, the dragon folds them to crush its assailant. The monster rears up, sending the Dwarf flying through the air, then with a deft sweep of its leathery wings, strikes him again, hurling him across the room. He collapses miserably amidst a pile of coins… but at least it makes a satisfying noise.
Well, it’s your turn.
Azracha has nevertheless been heavily wounded by your unexpected ally. His Dexterity and Powerdecrease by 2, his armor decreases by 1, and his Enduranceis reduced by 5. Continue the battle at 599, but note that your victory number is now 593.
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