((18 to the 16, and 17 next round.))<br/><br/>The sheer amount of blood being spilled, both mine and his, is staggering.  I stab and I stab, he bleeds and he bleeds, yet he doesn't seem to be slowing down.  As I fight, two words pass through my lips over and over, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."<br/><br/>Skill: 11/11<br/>Stamina: 11/26<br/>Luck: 10/12<br/>Inventory: 2 gold, 9 provisions, potion of luck, a dagger, a wooden mallet, 10 iron spikes, iron key, sapphire