Practise some evasive manoeuvres

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From: Duelling the Masked Corsair


Let her lunge and swing her sword. She can try to hit you. Try.

Locked with  112


Challenge information

Broad, 110

  • 76 - very chancy (41%)
  • 94 - chancy (51%)
  • 112 - modest (61%)
  • 131 - very modest (71%)
  • 149 - low-risk (81%)
  • 167 - straightforward (91%)
  • 184 - straightforward (100%)

Success

Nimble footwork

She may press the attack, but you control its direction. Right. Left. Hullo, how did she manage to pin her sword under your foot? You helpfully kick it aside, then duck underneath […] Still, it's somewhat disconcerting that she hasn't tired yet […]

[…]

Description summary:
The second half of the description varies based on .

AssociatingDescription
111"Submit to the Prester. Surrender the heretic."

"Don't listen to her!" cries the Youthful Naturalist – his last words before he leaps across the narrow space between your vessel and the Fluke's Folly.

112Screams. Pistols. Great flames leaping. Sparks cascade into the zee as the Youthful Naturalist overturns a monstrous tripod. More topple like dominoes [...] Even the blood is burning. Then he's scrambling for a rope [...]

Everything is a shimmering haze [...]

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]


Failure

Light-headed

[…] With her relentless assault, all it takes is one slip on your part, and her blade finds its target. Again and again. […] Her sword is entirely red, and the curious thought occurs to you that she must have dipped it in paint. But that doesn't make sense.

[…]

Description summary:
The second half of the description varies based on .

AssociatingDescription
111"Submit to the Prester. Surrender the heretic."

"Don't listen to her!" cries the Youthful Naturalist – his last words before he leaps across the narrow space between your vessel and the Fluke's Folly.

112Screams. Pistols. Great flames leaping. Sparks cascade into the zee as the Youthful Naturalist overturns a monstrous tripod. More topple like dominoes [...] Even the blood is burning. Then he's scrambling for a rope [...]

Everything is a shimmering haze [...]

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]