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Sever
Sever was slow to regain breath and even slower to his feet after being hurled at Pandaros from across the cavern. He could only guess at the damage Pandaros must have sustained at breaking Sever's trajectory, and for that, he made a mental note to buy the ranger a drink at the first opportunity.
*gasp* "Cheers mate. *cough* Done well."
Hastily helping Pandaros to his feet was the least he could do, but given the situation, that's all he could do. 'Last drinks' were about to be called for Xaver if the ettin's attentions weren't promptly focused elsewhere. As best he could discern from the thrashing dark shape, the dwarf had brought the giant to the ground but had been snared in the aftermath and was currently learning about alternatives to being 'tossed'.
In the dark, against this foe and with the risk of hitting a comrade, Sever thought twice about using his throwing daggers. A hit and run melee attack seemed like the only option to buy Xaver a chance to escape the beast's grasp. Equipping his shortsword and dagger (and questioning the wisdom of such an attack) Sever positioned himself at the ettin's fore and made his dash. With the intention of running the length of the creature's back and down to the cavern floor, Sever timed a jump between the ettin's heads and aimed his outstretched blades to slash at (what he hoped was) their faces.
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