[Meanwhile, as Andie is taken off of his hands and he finally grabs a hold of the top bar of the vehicle, Riddick very nearly Crit fails his Strength check. His grip is weak at best, the arm with the spear through it shaking and gushing blood, bent at an odd angle from being pulled out of socket. He heaves in a heavy breath and makes a visible effort to re-adjust his stance for better leverage.
However, he Critically fails his balance check. His knee bangs into the wooden seat beside him as the truck bumps along, causing him to stumble and fall onto the bench facing the cloth wall.
Fuck.
Then, as he tries to hang onto the truck, he also Critically fails his strength check.
Double fuck.
With a look of pure surprise on his face his already weakened hand slips off the bar with another jerk of the truck. It flails just out of reach of the bar for a moment before he is being yanked out of the cloth wall of the van, the arm with the spear in it leading the way.
Oh the crit-fails of his life...
However, he Critically fails his balance check. His knee bangs into the wooden seat beside him as the truck bumps along, causing him to stumble and fall onto the bench facing the cloth wall.
Fuck.
Then, as he tries to hang onto the truck, he also Critically fails his strength check.
Double fuck.
With a look of pure surprise on his face his already weakened hand slips off the bar with another jerk of the truck. It flails just out of reach of the bar for a moment before he is being yanked out of the cloth wall of the van, the arm with the spear in it leading the way.
He doesn't even have time to yell Motherfucker.]