Now closer to the fearsome beast, Corwen grits his teeth to stave off the familiar fear of death that he feels during almost every combat situation, and particularly with raging, bloodthirsty, mindless beasts such as this. He moves forward to engage the werewolf, seeking just to avoid its blows and occupy it until the cavalry arrives, or try to feint it and strike hard into its unprotected areas. He rolls forward, encircling it so that it will be caught between him and his companions - if they arrive before the thing tears the half-elf apart.
The wolf spins and roars at Corwen, it's mouth wide open, blood mixed with saliva spraying over Corwen's face and chest. Then it brings the great sword down in an overhand chop, following it up with a bite.
The heavy blade slams into Corwen's armor, spinning him but fortunately the armor manages to turn the heavy blade. Also fortunately, the bite misses, mainly due to the spin the hit puts Corwen into. The mouth, as large as his head, snaps shut in front of his nose, sending more blood flecked saliva splattering on to his face.
Corwen's eyes narrow as the werewolf's jaws snap closed right before his face, and he represses another upwelling of fear-induced adrenalin. Hurry up, the rest of you!
As the bite snaps down, Corwen's nose is almost slashed open, not by the things teeth, but by the bone shards sticking out of the side of it's muzzle. In fact, the creatures' head and neck have bone spurs sticking out at odd angles, and continue down it's spine and sticking out of various points of it's body.
He gulps down a mixture of chemicals and rushes down to meet and aid his companions
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After waking everyone up, Rowan runs to the window and after some pounding, forces the shutters open. He looks outside and surveys the scene of battle.
"Corwen, be careful. Everyone is on their way!"
Shimmer decides the best option is to be close to the fight so she may aid corwen in this fight. Little clawed feet scramble a crossed wood and finally stone and dirt as she makes for the combat.
Having narrowly avoided injury from the werewolf's last attacks, Corwen tries to take advantage of its overextended position. Ducking first to one side, then the other, then back again, he tries to provoke a misstep from the beast.
Seeing a wide opening as the creature struggles to follow Corwen's darting form, he thrusts his rapier towards the werewolf's exposed ribs.
Corwen drives his rapier into the creature, but the bone shards in it's flesh deflect the tip, making it harder to push it in, even with his successful feint.
Legs pumping with all haste, Shimmer scrabbles like a mad lizard to get in to the thick of battle.
A ray of flame leaps from the little kobold as she tries to figure out how to deal with the threat.
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Looking up at the night sky, Rowan prays to Erastil. "Blessed Father of the Hunt, strike the enemy before us with nature's fury."
Shirt fluttering in the night, Dante runs as far as he can to close the distance with the beast.
The rat scuttles forward, as he does his small claws zip around with a few things, a vial is produced and is thrown directly at the big furry canine thing!
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The were brings the sword down on Corwen, sending a sheet of blood spraying across the street. Then, as the poor elf is distracted, it's teeth bite down into his shoulder, sending a searing pain through him. Bits of bone break off in the wound, leaving jagged edges sticking out.
The were roars at Ikit, and charges the ratfolk!
The blade bites deeply into the small ratfolk's fur, soaking it red with his own blood.
Corwen goes down in a heap of blood.
Face taut with pain, and also anger, Corwen staggers to his feet after the werewolf has moved away. With a roar, he hurls a tanglefoot bag at the creature just after it slices into Ikit.
Rowan summons a bolt of lightning to strike the werewolf before leaving the window and heading down the stairs and exiting the inn.
The creature roars in pain as the lightning bolt hits it's singed fur.
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Shimmer watches as the wolf tears through her friends, anger boiling beneath her singed claws. Another ray of heat spears forth at her foe as she shouts prayers at the beast.
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The bag hits the werewolve's back, and explodes, but only slows him down, it doesn't grab onto anything but the wolf.
The were suddenly stumbles, and collapses, still burning.
As it hits the ground, it's sword clatters free, and shrinks in size back to a medium sized weapon. The were itself begins shrinking down to a human form, a dark skinned (where it's not burned) man who looks like the drunk that was in the inn earlier in the day.
Wincing with the pain of the grave wounds he has sustained, Corwen crouches down, breathing heavily. "Thank the gods. I'm about spent. Anyone know a good healer?"
"I don't know any good healers, but my lady Shei is a great healer." Without waiting for a reply, shimmer calls forth a healing glow and touches Corwen.
Ikit frantically tries to put the fire out! Using his cloak to try and douse the flames. Ignoring his own wounds. Those he can heal himself. But if the flames arent put out...
"Ikit needs some help help! Or man die die!"
HP 31/45
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Ikit manages to put out the fire by using a standard action. The man is no longer on fire...
...but is still dying...