The continued adventures of not Vikings

[Zwiche]

Rob roars in pain as the arrow scrapes past his visor and into his eye. Blinded by agony, rage, and an arrow, there is no more time for thought. He bursts up out of the pile, flinging bodies away as if they were dolls. “Come,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “Let’s finish this.”

The same sense of destiny that pulled him from the bodies fills his arm with renewed strength and he brings The Rising Dawn down once more on the Lich.

Rolled a 28. My luck is running lower. 11 damage per degree