Bloggery by Jay Benfield

WCOD Scene 5: Escape

You drop your ruck as you rip the mace from its side. You grip the weapon with both hands, spin, and swing widdershins with all of your might. The gilded steel head cuts a glimmering arc through the air before smashing into Abrion’s groin, who had just bowled over the unlucky patron. Abrion crumples like balled parchment and screams like one should with such an injury.