You shiver a little as the familiar purple visage of the Skuntank emerges from the undergrowth. How did she find you again? How did you not hear her horse approaching? Wait, where is her horse? With anger in her voice, the bandit growls.
"There you are! I knew I smelled ya when I was settin up camp. Me horse might be too tired and worn to go on, but I'm not. I'm gonna take you down and you're gonna spend all night sniffing our farts!"
She looked positively trashed after the chase you led her on. Where you took minimal damage zipping through the plants and trees of the jungle she charged right through them. It wasn't until now that you were able to see the toll that had taken on her. Her preference for fighting in the nude did her no favors either. She was covered from head to toe in scratches and cuts, smudges, and dirt. Despite her angry threats, she was panting a little with exhaustion. You couldn't tell what her health was at, but it couldn't be high anymore. Even with your minimal gear, you might have a shot at fighting your way out of this. Seeing your odds chance for the better fills you with hope. (+5 willpower)
"I'm gonna enjoy this so much more than I should..." She said, kissing her fists. You finally notice the only piece of equipment she seems to have on herself right now, a pair of vicious looking brass knuckles. Every hit would add a little to your Knockout Meter and headshots had a good chance of knocking you out immediately. You raise your short spear, knowing that keeping her at a distance will be imperative.
Your defenses are tested when she lunges forward, throwing a wild haymaker whilst pushing your spear aside. You duck down and hear her fist colliding with the tree behind you. It leaves a small imprint as she rears back for another heavy blow. You leap away, jabbing her with your Spine Spear and preparing to avoid her assault. You stay light on your feet and keep an eye out for escape routes. If she wanted to get gassy, you weren't going to stick around and endure her stink. You'd evaded her on foot before and as strong as she appeared to be, you felt like you had her pegged on agility. The Skuntank gave you a fierce reminder to keep your head in the fight. Her greater strength came into stark view as she landed a blow on your shoulder. The numbing effect of the knuckles was nowhere near as bad as the surge of pain shooting through you. (+10 knockout, -15 HP)
The fighting continues, neither side giving an inch. The Skuntank didn't think for a moment to deploy her gas or spray. She would knock this punk out and have her ways with him. The near perverse thrills she got from trying to punch your lights out push her onwards in spite of her low health.
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