Continuing the bluff, You are not worthy to look upon her and shall be scourged in flame for your impudence! Bow before the mother of Gnolls! Bow and your lives will be spared.
"يموت شيطان!"
Khatijah drops her dagger and grips tempest with both hands, fury blazes in her eyes as she grows and rage drives her blade deep.
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The beast howls in pain as Tempest cuts deeply into his belly, opening his intestines to the foul air.
Kezurkian (25 damage)
The beast begins howling in the air attempting to call for aid. When no one answers he attempts to take out the wielder of such a foul weapon
[/ooc]Oh geez, I am sorry for this. Now might be a good time to use 2 hero points to cheat death.[/ooc]
You stand agape as you watch your friend get rend in two.
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Taldor looks at the carnage silently for a moment, then he opens up the aggresive side of himself and lets his fury loose. He gets low and feigns left before turning around and trying to swipe the creatures legs out from under it
There's a new look on Taldor's face as he begins his assault. No tough joy at the thrill of combat, no fierce determination as he fights a difficult opponent. There's a dark, dangerous look on his face. His moves are no longer that of a strategic war veteran, now they are of a trained killer
Khat's eviceration sends Tolus into flashbacks for a moment to a rare time of cruelty just before he was surrendered to the City of Khataphesh. It was under this last Master that he suffered his worst abuses and saw most of his friends meet their doom. Visions of starving slaves being sent to their deaths against savage beasts for dinnertime amusement flash before his eyes followed by a wave overwhelming grief and a great, uncontrollable need to visit bloody Vengence for Khat upon the beast and tear it limb from limb.
When he is again aware of himself, he has dropped his rapier and is wailing on the beast with his bare fists.
To those on the outside of his mind, it appears as if Tolus simply looses it. He screams, drops his weapon, and starts wailing on the monster with his fists. What's more, the blows look like they might actually do damage.
The Gnoll continues his attacks:
Looking horrified at the rapid destruction of her friends, Arizhel moves to the most quiet out of the way spot possible, and attempts to hide . Once relatively assured of safety, she summons an eagle opposite one of the gnolls.
Gnoll:
CHarGe!
Arizhel rushes over to Khatijah, and attempts first aid.
Tolus doesn't stop once the beast falls, he keeps wailing on the thing, breaking bones and skin, turning his knuckles the color of demon blood. He sobs and screams in turns as he pounds, almost drilling a hole into the chest cavity of the very dead enemy.
Arizhel moves to Fionn, and does her best to stabilize the fallen gnome.
Tolus finally realizes the target is dead after several seconds. He turns to the group of enemies down the street, his vertical pupils contracted into thin, dangerous slits.
He clenches his fists at his sides squeezing blood and bits of flesh from his gloves to drip slowly onto the ground.
YOU HAVE SLAIN TWO OF MY FRIENDS! he screams at them, I WILL CARVE THEIR NAMES INTO YOUR FLESH BEFORE I SEND YOU SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS!
"Helping me with some first aid might do a little more than cursing the dead. . . "
Tolus turns on Arizhel, looking every inch like a cobra ready to strike. When he sees that Fionn in not, in fact, dead, he rushes over and attempts to aid in the stabilization.
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You finish of the schir demon and start addressing the wounds of your fallen companion unfortunately Khat seems to be beyond saving. You turn you attention to Fionn momentarily. When you glance back you see the wounds being knit together by the mold then in an instance Khat's eyes open and she jerks up gasping for air.
Tolus is struck speechless, a rare thing for the talkative slave. All he can do is stare and try to stammer Khat's name.
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Taldor continued to stare at the dead body of the demon with a dark look in his eyes. After a moment he gives a loud cry and with a furious swing plants his hammer in the creatures body.
Taldor helps in the first aid where he can, handing cloths or water over. When Khat gasps his entire posture changes and he runs over "Khat! Khat, are you ok?"
The first thing that Khat notices isn't that she's somehow alive, or that her friends seem okay. It is the blinding, searing pain from her wounds and the feeling of drowning. Her gasps quickly turn to hacking coughs as she tries to breath. Rolls on her side as best she can and spits up blood and can finally catch her breath.
"Wh-wut happen'd?"
"I think you need a little chocolate, then all will seem better. Chocolate always helps..."
"I guess that's why I don't feel so good."
She tries to smile, but can't do much more than make a half-hearted attempt. Drinking was a little easier, but it's obvious that without some help, she's not doing much of anything for a long time.
"Hey, Taldor, I have a scar I can brag about now."
Khat winces, but the smile on her face is a little more genuine.
"Please don't make me laugh. It hurts too much."
Tolus's mind suddenly snaps back to the task at hand.
I will carry on and retrieve the Mamba head. If we don't return soon we risk angering the lovely lady in the tannery.
Taldor, I and possibly malak are the only ones left capable of any kind of stealth. Take Fionn and Khat and fall back across the bridge. I'll be right back. Malak can come if he desires, but he may be needed with youall. While I'm gone youall can work out what kind of magics are on those things we found in that other beastie's lair.
Without waiting for a reply, Tolus motions for his Gnoll to stick with the party and moves out, sticking to cover and moving cautiously but quickly to retrieve the snake head.
"Maybe."
Khat is able to get up, and walk with a limp, but going anywhere fast is out of the question. It doesn't take much observation to realize that she isn't too happy about being put out of commission.