You leaped forward and ran to where you last saw the sheep get dragged into a sparsely wooded patch of trees. You could still hear it, it was close and bleating ever more frantically. You charge at what ever grabbed it, trying to scare off the animal that decided to make a meal of the sheep. You stopped dead in you tracks. Staring back at you were not the eyes of any predator you have ever seen before. Leaning over the, now barely moving, sheep it glanced up at you. It was a creature of legend to you. One from the stories that were often told by older folk, or minstrels. It was halfway between man and animal. The ram's head left the sheeps body, dripping with blood, and hissed at you. In it's hand it held a large, wicked looking, two bladed battle-axe. Without a moment's hesitation is leaped up and charged at you.
Combat rating = -2 (4)Frantically you grabbed the first thing within reach; the hatchet held at your waist by a cord and rolled to the side. The axe bit deep into your back, enough to rend muscle and draw blood.
(-1hp) Pain shot through you. You managed to fling your arm out, hitting the creature's exposed chest. The hatchet was used to split hardwood, it was sharp. Muscle and bone gave way. Blood covered your face.
(5)The creature, blind with rage and bloodlust, kicked you in chest. The blow sent you to the ground. In a last desperate attempt you threw your hatchet. It flew true. Surprise flashed across it's face as it staggered back. Then it fell to it's knees and sprawled on the ground before you. The initial adrenaline began fading. You are more than aware of your wound.