Had more to say, but the spirit fled the body mid-speech. I'm sure they get the gist.
The Prisoner darts wildly around you in the jungle, firing shots and swinging with his sword. You can't seem to discern which direction attacks are coming from.
The Prisoner seems to have scrambled up into a tree during the fight, leaping down with a clenched fist, cigarette flapping in the wind as he lunges towards his prey.
You attack Blowme Darts with a punch for 2 damage. They die. You gain 43 XP.
Underworld log successful .
The Prisoner plows into the savage, knuckles cracking as nasal bone fragments are shattered and sent inward towards the brain. A killing blow.
The Prisoner rolls to his feet, wiping the blood from his scarred hands with a dirty handkerchief. His cigarette is still lit and he seems to be distracted in the sheer enjoyment of stale tobacco.
