Crab Battle

Crab Battle is an encounter in High Tide.
==Enemies==
* Hell Crab (Crab Battle) (100 Gold, 100 XP, 100 Energy, 2 HP)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
The end of the beach is in sight, but there's still a stretch of sand between your party and an opening in the trees. The beach behind you is littered with the bodies of the monstrous crabs.
Just as you're starting to breathe easier, things go remarkably bad in a heartbeat. One second the sailor to your right is marching next to you, and the next he's being lifted into the air, screaming as a massive claw cuts into his midsection. A second after that, the cries are cut off and a shower of gore rains down on you.
The crab is the biggest you've encountered so far. It's easily twice the size of the others that are scattered in your wake. A monster that large could snap a longboat in half with a snap of its claws.
There are wet tearing sounds, and an arm with a cutlass held tightly in its death grip slams into the sand next to you. The impact loosens the fingers and the appendage flops away.
There's no hesitation. You can't afford for there to be. You reach down, grab the cutlass, and heft it up. The weight is solid; this is a good weapon.
"Come on, you louts!" Your cry cuts through the air and shakes the sailors out of their surprised stupor. "It's not that big!"
===Conclusion===
"I swear to all the gods, both above and below." Your voice is beyond weary. It's flat-out numb. "This is the worst trip to the beach I have ever had."
Jonas shrugs. "Could have been worse."
"Oh, really? What could be worse than what we just went through?"
"Well, the rest of the party could have died. You could have died, and this monstrosity we're supposed to stop would just go on and destroy the world. Or something even more unspeakable could have happened."
You arch an eyebrow.
Jonas grins. "I could have died, obviously. You may be the great promised one, but look at me! What a waste it would be for the world to lose all this."
You burst out laughing. You can't help yourself. Lady Macar's words about your destiny have been weighing heavier with each death on the beach. It was exactly the right thing to say.
Category:High Tide