Dagnice in the Ice Maze

    The Bitter Cold began seeping through his skin. Dagnice knew he'd have to face the frigitter eventually; every exit from the ice maze was guarded by one. This one struck first and true, before Dagnice could block it. The frigitter's tail barb pierced his thigh, and already he could barely move the limb. Once the Bitter Cold from the barb reached his femur, there'd be no healing of it.  It would freeze hard and eventually shatter. Dagnice had to escape the maze into the sunshine before that happened.

    He shook off the distraction in time to just dodge another strike, but cold pain shot through his leg.  Dagnice could see the exit right behind the frigitter. Maybe he could spam this dodge tactic and make it out? Defeating it wasn't much of an option at this point; that was disappointing, the loot he could return with would sell high. Not many did return with loot from frigitters, though, hence the high price.

    Spam dodging it was. Dagnice leapt, tucked, rolled, and recovered over and over. Cold pain shooting through his leg each time. He was slowing down. He could nearly feel the chill upon his bone. One last dodge-- the frigitter struck him in the abdomen in midair, chilling his core. Luckily the momentum from the attempted dodge kept his body moving through the exit. Dagnice couldn't bend his body, so he slid through and landed on the rocky slope supporting the ice maze.

    Rock didn't feel any better than ice on his stiff body, but he looked up and saw blue. Not the cold blue of ice in the maze. The warm, sunny blue of the sky. Then he felt the sun upon his body, and relief swelled inside him. Next would come the burning as his body restored his core temperature. Better that than succumbing to the cold. . .