Choose Your Character: Mercurio Morat

Words cannot describe the way I saw what I saw in that moment. Maybe it wasn't so much what I saw as what I felt when the agony of fire erupted in my left deltoid. I screamed not in pain but for fear of being crippled because this part of the body is so crucial to being able to draw and hold a bowshot; for I'm a woodsman by trade. It was almost abstract or perhaps surreal; the way I felt myself spun violently by the impact, accompanying that fire, before I fell on my back in the mud. In the rapidly fading world I saw a giant, of angular visage, shoulder the same kind of weapon I'd recovered from one of the many strange corpses and draw a stylised knife as it stalked towards me.