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Torch barely registers the massive wounds at first, so quickly do they cut and slash at him. He looks down though, and thinks, "That's quite a lot of blood. I really don't think I hit him that hard..." just before he staggers slightly and nearly falls over. Forcing himself to stay upright, he focuses his full attention on the wounded spriggan, hoping to at least escape their trap before he dies.
Torch turns toward the spriggan Ralf managed to wound and follows up with blade and fist.
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Torch walks slowly into the jungle, completely lost in the sound.
Torch shrugs. "My bow's got a stronger pull than that already," he murmurs. He also looks uncomfortable with the mask and spear, although not for the same reason as Aerys.
Torch frowns down at the bodies. "If there's a local tribe watching over this tomb, they might appreciate it if we put them back," he muses. "Although it would be interesting to examine the tomb, maybe take some notes for future study..."
Torch drops his scimitar and grabs for his bow, firing a pair of arrows at the necromancer.
Torch turns to the necromancer. "Not sure who you are," he says in Polyglot, "but I already know I don't like you."
"Fall down, monster," Torch grunts angrily. "Your existence is abomination!" He cuts and jabs, trying to keep the thing's claws away from him.
Torch continues to lay into the undead troll, leaving the shaman to his friends to deal with.
Fear takes hold of Torch's heart and begins to squeeze.
Torch rushes forward, bringing his blade down on the undead monstrosity before it can threaten his allies.
Torch nods agreement with Ralf's assessment. "Worth checking out, or borrowing trouble?" he asks the others.
"No idea," Torch answers. "Some kind of possessing spirit, I guess. Ghost of a priest, maybe?"
Torch quirks an inquisitive eyebrow at Ralf as he hands over the ring, but the movement is briefly interrupted when it reminds the half-elf of his still-bruised rib.
The wounds that had closed from Ralf's magic are promptly torn back open again, and Torch grinds his teeth, trying to focus past the pain.
"We're on the right track!" Torch says through gritted teeth, taking another swing at the ephemeral horror.
Torch slashes at the thing with his scimitar, hoping the enchanted blade will prove more effective than Aerys' sword.
Torch launches a full attack at the demonic crocodile, knowing that he has real wounds despite what Ralf claims.
"What in the Nine Hells is that?" Torch cries out, just before massive jaws snap around his leg.
Adjusting his position to take advantage of the ape's focus on Aerys, Torch slashes again with his sword and also pummels it with his cestus.
"Face me, slave of Angazhan!" Torch cries, hurling himself forward.
Torch grips his scimitar, freeing the blade. "I think we're about to find out," he mutters in reply to Ralf, knowing the old salt can't hear him.
Torch continues to pummel the hippo, hoping that Ralf can help Aerys the way he helped him.
Torch staggers under the hippo's assault. He feels ribs fracture within, and spits out blood. He throws a mute glance at Ralf, hoping for aid, but then he returns all his focus to the fight.
"No, Ralf is right," Torch whispers. "These things are some of the deadliest animals in the jungle, believe it or not. I'd rather not upset them."
Torch matches her swing for swing.
Torch turns toward the last two, circling to put the wounded man with the axe between himself and Aerys. He slashes again with his sword, hoping his luck holds.
Turning his attention to the other archer, already burning from Gelik's spell, Torch slashes again with his blade.
Torch runs forward to protect Gelik, aware of the gnome's vulnerability. He takes a firm grip on his scimitar and lashes out at the nearest archer.
Torch calls out a warning to the others as he assumes a defensive posture. "Who are you?" he shouts into the forest. "What do you want here?"
*sigh* I suppose I can let the water delving slide... this time... *sigh*
"Sunken treasure?" says Torch musingly, waving his hat at some buzzing flies. "We're on time, or maybe even a little ahead of schedule... I know we've got some trouble on our trail, but we've handled it so far, and I'd hate to pass up the chance to learn what secrets the lake might be keeping. We might well never get another opportunity for this kind of exploration! What do you say we give it a shot?"
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