"Flame it!" Kryschenn shouted, sword drawn, still backing away while never taking her eyes from the advancing creature. "Or go for its eyes!" Then an idea struck her. "Or better yet, everyone activate your magical weapons and throw all the power you've got at me, and my sword will...will..." Hearing nothing immediately behind her, Kryschenn spared a hurried glance over her shoulder, and for the first time realized that everyone else had successfully fled the cavern in hopes of reaching safety, just as she had instructed.
Which meant she was rather stupidly standing there all by herself, with only a low-burning torch and a sword to face down one hungry-looking bulette.
"Oh, dang..." she muttered. Then she turned, screamed something that common decency forbids to be recorded, and ran like mad after the others.
