Vincent Pathfinder 74/98
Struggling to gain his footing in the muck and recover his breath, he stuck the dagger into a crack on a wall to gain some support. Knowing death was near, he could feel the cold embrace yet again, he shook monetarily and then heaved himself forward into the hallway. A touch of fear had crept into his psyche and all he thought of was getting out alive. Reaching into his satchel he pulled out a clay jar of greek fire, turned and threw it at the demon then spead down the hallway running for his life.
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