Haunted Wood Break me down, you’ve got a lovely face

Nyra rolled a 12! R. I. P

 


In the split second she sees the murderous intent in his white gaze, she's not hearing his words, and he'd be lucky if he got any out by the time she connected with him. 

With no previous sign or spoken word, the battle maiden is charging with ferocity equivalent to a cosmic god. 
She arces her deadly teeth for the middle of his face, seeking to slash out one if not both eyes. 
Whether she catches him by the nose, the muzzle, his throat, wherever she is able to connect with him, her end game is to shred and rip and tear and slash and make him bleed but most of all--

MAKE. HIM. DIE.