Da'gret's thrashing eases and shifts back into his natural half-orc form and slowly manages to sit up. A vicious wound encircles his lower back where the beak clamped on the boar and when he tries to take a deep breath, the boy winces. "Uhggg..."
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Da'gret continues to thrash about on the floor, trying to get his feet underneath him- wild eyed, but not in control of his body.
Da'gret crouches down on all fours sniffing over the remains and the blood trail in the doorway. The orc boy half stands over the blood trail, axe in his hand and issues a low bestial growl of warning.
Da'gret watches the dead boy in blank curiosity not sure what to make of it. "Brash, you okay?"
Landing awkwardly, the balls roll out from under Da'gret as he tries to stand before tottering and falling.
Though Da'gret may have been snickering a little to himself when Ando took a fall after his big talking, he turns deadly serious when he hears the disembodied voice. Once the balls start moving around like something might be under them the boy has seen enough. He runs out onto the narrow walkway and before he gets to the point where Ando was pummeled leaps off in to the balls below, axe gripped tightly in both hands.
"I don't get it. Why so many balls? Spikes do job much better."
Da'gret looks back up the shaft uncertainly and shakes his head, but leans down to give Brashen a boost regardless.
Hand over hand Da'gret eases down the rope, but eventually the oscillation of the chain gets out of control. Once he loses a grip with his leg for a guide, both Boland and Da'gret end up swinging around and around the chain. The orc boy tightens his white knuckled grip on the chain and yells, "Raaaahhhhh! I can't hold this Bowls! Grab anything you can!"
Gritting his teeth, Da'gret turns and begins working his way back down the passage.
Da'gret looks around confused for a moment, "Whu-? When he notices Strevlik standing there blank faced staring at the lights and the wind building, the boy grabs Strevlik around the waist and begins running down the hall with him towards the face. "Wake up stupid! You want to get killed by a magic rock!?" Step by step he drags Strevlik away from the open shaft.
Da'gret stretches and nods, following Brashen back to the lift tube.
Da'gret seems to zone out during the chatter eyes unfocused. He stares blankly at the new googles, armor, and wands slack jawed. After a few seconds drool starts running from his open mouth.
"So what you waiting for? Pull it!"
The orc-boy hefts his axe over one shoulder and looks up into the gloom above the statue, "YOU! Get down here now!"
Da'gret looks down at Brash and snorts, "Did he just faint like a pretty little lady?"
"What you do when you are a rich man Brash? We must be close now!"
Da'gret nods approvingly while looking over the statues and thinks to himself, This looks important. Maybe we find something good finally. Properly motivated he lends his efforts to the search, feeling the statues for any movable parts.
Covering his mouth and nose with one hand Da'gret runs with the others.
Da'gret takes up a space next to Brash and braces himself straining to topple the stone. "Ghhuuuuuhhhh!!!"
Da'gret heads down to the lower level.
Da'gret hands over the items for the runt of the pack to look at. As far as questions about the water's source, he shrugs and tries to shake and swipe the water off of himself before pulling on his filthy loose trousers. "Can't believe the water try to kill me. Bad sign." At the mention of moving on to another tunnel shaft, he nods enthusiastically, "Yes. From dead bodies looks like others here before. Maybe better finds in another tunnel."
"No Brash. I go, I go. This time I use the rope. I pull twice, you get me out."
Da'gret is still holding the gaping wound on his thigh when the dead thing gives up the ghost. His leg is slowly stitching itself back together, but has a ways to go yet. Overcome with adrenaline and testosterone, he lifts the corpse from the water over his head hurls it from the water, before determinedly stalking back for his axe. The boy then circles the corpse fiercely hacking into it like firewood and taunting it in orcish. He is breathing heavily covered in blood with tears running down his face before he finally stops and looks around at his fellow tomb raiders with wild eyes. "What?!?!"
Back in the dark water far behind the ghoul, a portal opens. Though only Da'gret can see it at first he continues his clicking cry and a dolphin hurtles through swimming at top speed for the undead horror facing Brashen. In mere seconds it closes the distance and slams into the corpse from behind with full force, nearly driving it from the water. In the meantime, Da'gret clamps one hand over the missing flesh of his leg slowing the flow of blood into the water and concentrating on speeding the healing.
With Brashen splashing up behind him and Da'gret barely on his feet, the half-orc steps back to let Brash through and hefting his axe over one shoulder crouches down with one hand on the water surface. The boy makes some kind of strange clicking cry and waits.
Da'gret falls back a couple of steps and seems unsteady but snarls and keeps his grip on the axe.
Da'gret takes his axe in both hands and steps deeper into the water lifting it high over his head with both hands. As he closes his he roars, "GET OFF OF HIM!!!" and slashes down with his axe splashing water everywhere.
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Da'gret splashes around in vain attempting to grab Strevlik and haul him out of the water.
Still waist deep Da'gret whirls around when Strevlik is pulled under and roars lifting his oversized axe, ready to charge back in.
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