Guess what?
As you turn to run away, Anarch leaps on you from behind!
"Weak coward! You may provide some sport for me yet!"
With a gesture of one claw, she rips two holes in the fabric of time and space, and gives a hoarse cackle.
"I shall place it
in your power to choose the manner of your death, worm."
You find
yourself slipping towards the dimensional vortexes, flailing your arms as
you try in vain to fight again the powers which bind you to them. You try
to steer yourself into one vortex or the other, but are swept away to who
knows where....
