Neverwinter Forest entropy

When Dutch lunged for the trees, so too did Tulugak, searching swiftly for a worthy blade. She snapped off an equally whippy stick, though considerably shorter than her opponent's, in hopes of sacrificing reach for accuracy.

She spun round as the man's thunderous challenge pierced the air, stick at the ready as meltwater eyes scrutinised his dancing approach. But his movements were fast and hard to read - his weapon even more unpredictable - and so Tulugak could only manage a clumsy hop to the side as his foil made contact with her shins.

"You're going to regret that!" she bellowed, tail whipping in excitement, though it sounded significantly less threatening and more muffled around wood. As Dutch made for another joust, this time for her head, she ducked and dove for his exposed neck, stick outstretched and making use of her smaller frame as she kept a closer eye on his movements this time.