Greta scowls at the revelation that the demons are clever enough not to leave her room to charge past them to their leader. Short that option, her hair begins to glow again as she advances until the first one is within reach of her hammer. Once there, she brings the heavy weapon crashing down in its direction.
Not sure if his invisibility would work Selann uses his impossible speed to move up and stab at the closest demon.
Junior continues to sing with a smile on his face as he approaches Greta ignoring Tristan's command to stay by him,
"Are you happy are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat look out"
Junior shares his righteous rage with Great and Tristan.
If an ally has her own rage class ability (such as barbarian's rage, bloodrager's bloodrage, or skald's inspired rage), she may use the Strength, Constitution, and Will saving throw bonuses, as well as AC penalties, based on her own ability and level instead of those from the skald (still suffering no fatigue afterward). Inspired rage does not allow an ally to activate abilities dependent on other rage class abilities, such as rage powers, blood casting, or bloodrager bloodlines; the ally must activate her own rage class ability in order to use these features.
Caliban continues to be sick, and skirts away from the combat some to get himself from the demon's range while incapacitated.
After the battle the previous afternoon, Benedic goes to visit the troops, dressed in a cloak over his armor in an attempt not to draw all eyes to him (though he is generally not very good at disguising himself). He sits with some of the crusaders, listening to their victories and their woes, considering what they have to say and doing his best to get an understanding of their perspective on the Crusade so far.
While talking with a small group, Beatrics approaches him. "The noble prince descends from on high to receive adoration from his subjects," she says quietly, with heavy sarcasm evident in her voice.
Benedic turns, surprised. "Beatrics!" he says, with no trace of anger in his use of her name. "It is good to see you again. I am glad you have joined our campaign. I am sure--"
"It's not as if you gave me any choice!" she retorts hotly, cutting him off. "My prince," she adds with a perfunctory curtsy.
Benedic frowns. "I thought you would be a great asset to the Crusade," he says defensively. "Your words are inspiring and a great example to the others here-- when you aren't attacking me."
The other crusaders nearby, who have been looking at their feet during this exchange, begin whispering to each other and shuffling away as if they do not want to be here any longer.
"Attacking you? Oh dear, Your Highness, what will you do if I should dare subject you to such indignities? Have me arrested and thrown into prison?" Her ire up, Beatrics stares directly into Benedic's eyes, but she fights back a slight welling of tears.
"That... that was a regrettable accident, Beatrics. Your parents--" Benedic's voice and manner is still harsh and tense, and Beatrics turns angrily to leave. The other crusaders stuck watching this exchange also take this moment to make their hasty retreat. "Beatrics, wait!" Benedic calls out after her. "Please, I-- I--" He sees it is useless, and shakes his head. His morale flagging, he returns to camp and rests, thinking angrily to himself while preparations are made to march forward.