[u]As the Vileblood vaults over Lothran, he attempts to stand but only manages to trip once again, falling head over shoulders. As he falls, his head slams into the flat round disc that covers the top of the Whirligig saw's inner workings. A crack rings out as the weapon spins away from him and he tumbles away, his body twisting in a manner of grotesque ways as he spirals along the ground. Coming to a stop, he begins to stand while propping himself up on his arms. Whilst in the midst of this whole predicament, pieces of his mask start to fall off, most of the ceramics shattered from the impact upon the weapon. Underneath the mask was a pale, weathered face, the skin stretched across the bones with little flesh underneath. From what little eye you could see, his eyes were a stone-grey blue, but most of the color was clouded out by little tendrils of white that covered most of the eye. Blood trickles down his face from a large incision on his forehead; not the blood that rest on the ground, but his own blood- a Hunter's blood. Gasping in pain as he stood up, he looks around in confusion at the startling scenery surrounding them. A look of pure terror moves across his face, his body frail and shaking.[/u] "[i]W-where am I? Excuse me, Ms? I don't believe I'm in any place that I remember, and I am honestly quite terrified of my current surroundings. Could you tell me what's going on?[/i]" [u]It seems the collision with the Whirligig saw did some sort of damage to his head, and he is no more threatening then a babe in the woods. Spinning around in circles as he tries to comprehend what's happening, it would be just as easy to strike him down here and now and be done with the whole affair of it all.[/u] [spoiler]-When you roll a critical failure and cri-[/spoiler]