|
Morguerat
The man's mind was a tangled mess of confusion doubt and questions that he dared not examine, he had a great fear of examining his actions more than a cursory "what to do next" mentality. Striking quickly he stabs the injured crawler, doing minial damage, but opening a fair sized cut along it's side, he turns and strikes with a speed that belies the size of his blade and hacks deeply into one of the stunned carrion crawlers, keeping a low horizontal angle on his strike since an overhead chop would give more power, but would only get tangled in the stalactites. He moved quickly to get into a position to defend himself from the other two creatures, or that manthing with the thundering hammer.
As his second blow fell, the fog shrouding his memories grew a bit tighter, as the cackler watched with some concern and no small amount of anger over the clerics actions, he would be dangerous, but she would not relinquish a find so great as this one easily, his spirit was strong, and he would make a powerful tool, either as a larva, or as a mortal pawn.
|