Melee attacks against you risk temporary confusion.
Their blade scrapes your arm, and spores burst from your pores—fine, shimmering, violet. The air distorts. Their eyes widen. Movements stutter. For a heartbeat, they stagger, swinging at shapes that aren't there.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Subclass | Tao of the Blooming Fang |