You misjudged your swing slightly, and the skinner is able to avoid your strike, which means that you are then left wide open to attack.

The skinner takes advantage, and presses an attack, raking its claws across your chest and drawing blood. The poison works quickly through your bloodstream, and you have already been weakened by the death curse hovering at the edge of your soul.

Once you are dead, short work is made of the cat.

Your adventure ends here.