Damien learned how to play dead, face colliding with fist as he flew back and on the ground with a thud. particles of dust flew into the air in a delicate dance of misery and failure, a waltz of Demi's inability to beat westus.


Again.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but it was all he could do on the ground, that and scowl at the pumpkin sun burning brightly as if it was taunting him. "My face hurts."

HP: -6/50
Damage:
FEARz: y3 eye; y2 ss; y1 chill