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Here, Lizia appears before you... Her red eyes blaze with fury... she takes a step... and seems to blur in the air... two purple flashes in the hurricane of the moving beast flash before your eyes and with an unpleasant crunch, strike you in the legs... you fall to the ground, tumbling, without feeling any pain... a dull blow to the head plunges you into darkness. (you can wake up later. you are in a cell. a terrible pain in both legs, it seems that tendons have been cut... a wound on your back aches)
Offtopic: Too many actions in a row. The simplicity of the battle with pumped-up enemies, a quick run after being hit by a spear, etc.... Warning... I advise you not to do this again.
Well, let it be... At least some variety... I'm slowly recovering from the state of being half-wolf, half-human... Eh... Here lies my flask... I pick it up... I shake it... there's still some left... I take a sip, and the flask turns out to be empty... I throw it into the grate... noise... Silence... The pain gradually subsides... Eh... My pants are torn below the knees... Then I take off my cloak made of deer skin and tear it... After that, I take out the potions of life... There are three of them... One broke... The vials are small, and I pour them a little at a time onto the wounds, thus disinfecting them and setting them to heal... Then I wrap the wounds with pieces of the cloak so that dirt from the floor and other things do not get into the wounds... There is still a wound on my back... it's a pity... This will be more difficult... I pour a whole vial of the potion onto my back, because otherwise I won't be able to get the potion onto the wound... Then I take a piece of the cloak, it's the longest... Somehow I wrap it around myself at the height of the wound... That's it, it's done... The pain slowly returns... I sit down against the wall and start humming something...
Stop swearing, or I'll give you a penalty (Viz)
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...
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