A Lesson in Fire
Stepping back from the fray, Grobbik weaves his fingers, conjuring the powers of the water spirits once again. Ahead, the two other fighters seem to pay no attention to him, Prova lashing out with two wild slashes that Brand somehow bats away with his knife and then slinks away from with uncharacteristic grace. Brand lashes out back but misses wide in his fervor.
His spell complete, Grobbik thrusts his open arm towards Prova, sending a forearm sized jet of water blasting out of his hand! Somehow, impossibly, Prova dances wildly away from the spell and it careens on for yards beyond.
It is the next moment however, that seems to play out in infinitesimally slow action. The spell dodged, Prova locks eyes with the goblin, his teeth gritted in insane fury as he brings his forearm back for a devastating thrust. Grobbik sees Brand moving too, his knife already pitched to strike again towards Prova, his feet moving in a forward jog.
Grobbik brings his left hand down hastily, brandishing his remaining dagger and cutting across the path of Prova's strike. But somehow, his movements are too slow, sluggish even... It must be the fatigue of the fight and his concentration on the spell that still fountains a stream of water from his palm, landing flaccidly on the sands, dozens of yards away. It is with an innate realization of his failure that Grobbik watches Prova's dagger pass by his defenses and sink, only a few inches deep, into his side just below the rib cage.
Grobbik's body convulses violently, sending him into an inadvertent spin, his eyes straining to keep on Prova, to keep on the fight as he struggles to keep his feet. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Brand, nearly unobserved slinking his own dagger underneath Prova's defenses - this blow much more horrible than the one that Grobbik had been struck. A fountain of blood explodes from Prova's ribcagek, splattering Grobbik across the face as his legs give way underneath him and he sinks to the sands below.
It is only with a partial awareness that Grobbik's face slams down into the sands, his face rebounding with a slight jump as the world fades into blackness...
"Come on son." The words register to Grobbik before anything else, for the world is still inky blackness as his mind kicks back into operation.
"Come on." Grobbik's eyes flutter open, his mind trying to take in the sounds, feelings, and shapes around him.
Below him is a soft surface, though tiny pinpricks of pressure dot his upper back. Beneath his head is a plush pillow of down. The ceiling slowly comes into focus, a thick reddish brown slab that extends on to the edges of his vision. Grobbik feels a knitting pain in his side that nettles him throbbingly even as he tries to put his world into context.
The dagger!
The act of Grobbik attempting to sit up while moving his left arm in a spasmodic attempt to parry the blow sends explosions of pain through his body as he crumples back onto the bed, both his side and his arm now throbbing painfully.
"Whoa there, take her easy! I think you'll be fine, doing better off that either of the other two anyway, one with a ruptured spleen and the other with a shattered leg... Just take her easy and you'll be alright... No worries lad, it was a rough fight but you are doing fine, stitched you up right as rain and put a few bandages on we did. Didn't seem you had the money to pay for it but it wasn't much so we just helped ourselves to one of your knives to pay the difference. Fair and square."
His eyes batting open, Grobbik sees a face bubbling into his vision. A thin but jovial man of middle age, his has a mustache and beard of flaming orange-red.
"You should be alright to get up now if you can." The man says. "You'll heal well enough on your own."
OOC: Wow, what terrible luck. Your water jet was successful in hitting, but dodged by Prova just barely, after the two others traded blows on the first turn, Prova attacked you after the spell miss and you badly failed your parry, causing just enough damage to have to check for knockback and stun. You failed that one critically. The good news is that you were avenged, and as soon as Prova hit you Brand swooped in causing massive damage to the vitals which put out Prova for days... Still, you did not win the match, and had to forfeit you dagger and $3 to pay for medical expenses. The last resort I see for the powerstone is begging from Judoc, and if you want to, we can set that up in this thread if that is where you want to move from here. Otherwise, there could be many ways to acquire the money though you are hardly in the state now to overpower anyone. You are currently half move and dodge, and still thoroughly exhausted from the fight, though you think you can walk back to the college if you had to. You can check your character sheet for specifics.