184

The sight of Paido being forced back into a corner by the loathsome spiders makes you fire as soon as you glimpse your target. The Arrow flies true, but a hapless passenger runs across its path. He screams as the Arrow clips his shoulder. It is only a flesh wound, but your shot has been deflected; it sinks harmlessly into the tap-room wall. You curse your bad luck and shoulder your Bow in favour of a hand weapon. The necromancer senses the threat you pose and turns to face you, his hands weaving a pattern in the air. Suddenly you are literally frozen in your tracks. Frost sparkles on your hair and clothing, and ice sheens your eyes. Your breath comes in misty clouds as you labour to stay conscious.

If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Nexus, turn to 345.

If you do not possess this skill, turn to 159.