T'shuva watched as his target released his hold on the grass and surrender himself to the vortex. T'shuva watched as his only source of sweet hydration tumbled down the sandy slope. T'shuva watched as his vengeance slipped away from him.
T'shuva laughed.
The lizardman's raspy laugh rang out through the swirling chaos as the goblins ankle was snagged by a root right at the precipice of the pit. "You think I would let you choose, eh?!" he screamed sown at the adversary, "You think T'shuva would let you die on your own terms?! No, my tiny friend, YOU DIE AT T'SHUVA'S HANDS!"
T'shuva dropped his staff, sat down, and pushed off with his tail. Brandishing only his knife, he slid down the sandy slope, shifting every so often to realign with his target. Sure, could have ran down and pounced on his target for a more dignified finish. He could have pounced to find the goblin had ducked and then T'shuva would be falling into certain death, without the enemy in tow. Eh, T'shuva is no fool!
As he got closer, the lizardman could see his opponent had drawn his bow and had taken aim. T'shuva was confident that he was going fast enough to make for a difficult target.
As he made his swift approach, he spread his arms and legs wide. "You are mine, rat!" He wrapped his limbs around the small creature, attempting to sink his holy kris into the bastard's flesh. "It's been fun!" he screamed on impact. And if the impact were to break the root and send them both into the abyss, so be it.
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