Haunted Wood desperation

Hm, since I rolled a 15 I'm playing it like all of your rolls hit. So your rolls would equate to damage dealt! If that doesn't make sense let me know. Either way, you're ripping him to pieces lmfao.

As if one wasn't enough; the quick snapping of teeth by the red-pelted bitch amounted to scores of wounds, most of which Revui could not counter, but then there came a second body and he was outmatched immediately. As desperately as he moved, as swift and powerful as his strikes could be, there was no way one wolf could contend against a practiced pair. He had called out for this, goaded them to come and meet him in battle, and gotten his wish; but it was something he now regretted deeply. He could not escape as the newcomer dove for him, clutching a limb between teeth and adding pressure. He felt the teeth cut in to his limb and then there came the violent crack of the bone; the spasm, the fall. He didn't feel the pain of it yet—but that was the value of shock and adrenaline, to keep him moving despite the deleterious effects of this fight. Revui almost managed to turn around and sink his teeth in to the stranger, but he misjudged the distance and the mobility of his own bulky figure. He lost his balance and fell, hitting the dirt as the red wolf came diving close to grab at him again. Blood streaked him in such garish amounts that he soon lost his luster, caked by the vibrant reds and dim darks of blood, mud, debris—and as the goliath came crashing down in defeat, a sense of vertigo overwhelmed his dizzied mind; within moments he was out like a light, an easy target for further torment or death, should his opponents choose to commit to their aggression.