[Okay, so facing a charging krogan head on is much like facing a pissed off qunari in a similar stance: it's not something you want to do. She manages to nick the drunken sod in the face as he rams into her, knocking her back and against another table that had once been occupied by a dancer and her customer.
She's down for a few seconds before recovering noting through her spinning vision that the krogan is collecting his drunken bearings to make yet another charge in her direction and she scrambles under the table and stands ready to find an opening.]
Ah shit. [She clutches her daggers, running forward and leaping on the table and over the krogan thanks to Dragon Age rogue physics, her landing staggering and not as clean as she'd have liked it to be.
Maker, why hasn't she invested in projectile weaponry?]
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She's down for a few seconds before recovering noting through her spinning vision that the krogan is collecting his drunken bearings to make yet another charge in her direction and she scrambles under the table and stands ready to find an opening.]
Ah shit. [She clutches her daggers, running forward and leaping on the table and over the krogan thanks to Dragon Age rogue physics, her landing staggering and not as clean as she'd have liked it to be.
Maker, why hasn't she invested in projectile weaponry?]