The Crown, Part 1

My imminent demise was at hand—a plunge down to hard earth from over forty feet in the air. I'd missed the giant target that was the maenad queen's head by just a few inches, and yet those inches felt like a mile-long stretch.

"Vargr!" I screamed in frustration.

Anyone else would have been scared to death at the possibility of dying from such a foolish mistake, but I was more embarrassed really. Not only did I fail myself for the second time this night, but the raid group would watch from below as I plummeted to zero health. It was an epic failure.

'No!' My brain screamed. 'I will not die twice over this freaking queen that Divah could've killed in her sleep!'

Inspired by desperation, I kicked out against the air with what little mana remained to me and turned the not-so-Volcanic Step's weaker non-lava flame into a thruster that shoved me sideward.

'Yes!'