[ It's funny. Astarion has a very low tolerance for any sort of mild discomfort, but the pain of having his leg shattered by a hag's heel hardly registers. The burst of adrenaline from Iorveth's awakening dulls any sensation, and he feels as if he could run all the way back to Waterdeep if need be.
Iorveth slashes at Granny's hideous skin-bag, tearing it open. Maybe it's the blood rushing in his ears, but Astarion could swear he hears it scream, a shrill, whistling sound, like something escaping. Granny certainly screams, stumbling back as if she herself is the one being stabbed. "You wretched brat! I'll skin you alive for that!" (Astarion gets the feeling she was planning on skinning Iorveth alive anyway. It seems the sort of thing she'd do.)
He scrambles onto his feet, ignoring the awful crunching sound when he puts weight on the leg that the hag had crushed underneath her foot. Granny Heart rears back, gnarled claws poised to swipe at Iorveth again; Astarion yanks him by the arm. ]
Let's go.
[ He isn't too proud to run away from this situation like a coward. ]
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Iorveth slashes at Granny's hideous skin-bag, tearing it open. Maybe it's the blood rushing in his ears, but Astarion could swear he hears it scream, a shrill, whistling sound, like something escaping. Granny certainly screams, stumbling back as if she herself is the one being stabbed. "You wretched brat! I'll skin you alive for that!" (Astarion gets the feeling she was planning on skinning Iorveth alive anyway. It seems the sort of thing she'd do.)
He scrambles onto his feet, ignoring the awful crunching sound when he puts weight on the leg that the hag had crushed underneath her foot. Granny Heart rears back, gnarled claws poised to swipe at Iorveth again; Astarion yanks him by the arm. ]
Let's go.
[ He isn't too proud to run away from this situation like a coward. ]