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Cadet Wampus, in Hastur's squad, asked some question or other that got us a Pummeling; Naggar was my opponent again.

"I won't lose this time." he said. "New traits, new ability." He smacked his fists together, hard enough to pop multiple knuckles. "You've already lost."

I blinked at him. "You honestly believe any drill sergeant is going to believe that? Come here and put..."

[You have suffered a Wrathful strike for 24 bludgeoning damage. After armor, 20 points have been received. You are unconscious.]

Holy crap! No wonder spirits ran away after I hit them with [Jaws of Wrath].

I awoke with a [Dislocated Jaw], which was simple enough to fix; it's just that the pain sent me right back under again. I'd have guessed five minutes, possibly fifteen. But the position of the sun against the western mountains said otherwise.

Some sort of sticky pus was all over my face.