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![]() Grendel feels Derrik's blow and recognizes another hero-soul as it stares with burning coals of hatred into Derrik's eyes.... Then Beowulf is there, grabbing him again.... And the nightmare vision of a spectral Beowulf looms large above him.... But this is just an illusion! Beowulf/Sieg loses his grip for an instant, and the monster strikes.... Claw 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (9) + 32 = 41 rips Sieg's mannfleisch for 3d10 + 13 ⇒ (5, 9, 2) + 13 = 29 damage.... Claw 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (11) + 32 = 43 rips Sieg's mannfleisch for 3d10 + 13 ⇒ (7, 9, 8) + 13 = 37 damage.... Bite 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (16) + 27 = 43 deals 4d8 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2, 8, 1) + 6 = 21 damage.... A total of 87 damage out of Sig's mannfleisch! ![]()
![]() A familiar and hated sound reaches Grendel's keen ears.... The voices of men.... He rises from the grisly feast he was making of a half-eaten deer carcass, smearing blood and gore over his ghastly face with the back of a brutish, tree trunk-like arm.... GRRRRR.... Grendel habe hunger fur mannfleisch.... Grendel mochte mannblod trinken!! |