The collar blocking your view of it lays on the ground next to it, seemingly pried open…the culprit impaling through Buddy’s neck and upper back. It’s staggering to its feet and struggling to keep itself together, but it’s alive, and from the look of it, mostly safe.
VOIDSY: Buddy’s okay!
VOIDSY: Well…
VOIDSY: Maybe not okay, but we need some healing over through the bag, stat!
WRETCH: on it
Buddy shuffles over to Jasper’s bag of holding on the ground, rifling through. Crunk passes a sizable amount of jelly through, Buddy absorbing it through its hand…
Buddy’s health has now reached its new maximum of POOR, the permanent health cost of using IMPALE taking its toll.
It thanks you for helping so quickly…and for believing in it. It wanted to prove that it could do this on its own, and it did it! It’s going to do everything it can, protect its family, and make you proud…no matter what the cost.
…But before you can praise your TCP, someone enters the room.