As I try to devise a way to avoid the reach of the flames, I stagger a couple of steps out of the corner just before the drake unleashes his fiery breath. The flames boil in its throat, and in that instant I understand that my only chance of survival is to use my trump card.
"Dash!"
DP: 360/410
Everything slows down as my speed doubles. The flames advance in slow motion, as if they were special effects in a movie. In the blink of an eye, I close the distance separating me from the drake. The flames pass just above my head as I slide under his body, looking for those vulnerable spots that can give me an advantage.
I stab the drake thirteen times with Blitz before the dash reaches its limit and time returns to normal. The drake, sensing the pain, notices my position and lowers its head, shooting another puff of flame towards the ground. Exhausted from the dash, I barely manage to react to try to avoid the fire.
- You've suffered a breath attack!
