Pain.  So much pain.  The knight staggered back, managing to get himself off the goring horns.  His own blood dripping off of it.  He looked down, seeing the hideous wound in his gut, and could feel something burning in his veins already.  His mind raced.  He had the strength of will to burn the poison away, or even try to knit his own wounds... but his eyes fell on the on the wounded townsfolk.  He had no idea if there was anyone in this place who had any healing magic, and anything he did for himself was that much less brought to bear for them.<br/><br/>His eyes caught on the arrow jutting from it.  He wasn't alone, at least.  He had to buy them time.  It was the only option.  The creature seemed prone, and he had his sword ready... he drove the blade forward savagely.  If nothing else, hopefully he'd have the thing's attention.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">To hit roll:  1d20+5 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=96131)<br/>Damage roll: 1d8+3 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=96132)<br/>Number of d20rolls under 8 in a row: 3 out of 3.<br/></div></div>