Roll under the attack.

You drop and swifty pass below the simian strike. The elder moves with you, though; as you rise, he spins, and sweeps your feet out from under you. The pain of landing on your face is minimal, but you're not given a chance to stand back up. While the head primate watches on, his horde of thralls pounch on you and begin to tear you to pieces.

You went low when you should have gone high.

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