Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
OOC: Sorry. I'm still here. I meant to get the game updated last night, but we ended up going to a school choir concert. I've got a dinner tonight, but I should be able to get things back on track after that.
"Lars, move away from them!" calls Menno.
Lars sidesteps the half-elf's attack and steels his mind against the evil human's threat. He glares at the human as he steps away just enough for the half-elf to stop threatening his backside for a moment, while he hefts the cold iron axe in his right hand and brings it down again with significant force on the human's left shoulder this time!
"Forget it, knave. Heironeous willing, I won't have to bear your evil stench much longer and you'll meet your just end," the silver-eyed, platinum-haired man says with cold seriousness. Lightening up for just a second, he adds with a short smirk before returning to seriousness, "Then I'll have myself a beer so I can forget your ugly mug."
Menno steps forward and spits out another bolt of fire at the closes enemy carefuly aiming it not to envelop Lars.
"Justice is at hand, dwarf," says Orinar, again striking hard and fast at this dangerous opponent.
Tiax moves forward 20ft and looses an arrow at the human.
Lars grits his teeth and groans in pain as the half-elf finds a weakpoint in his armor, badly wounding him between armor plates! The paladin staggers away for a moment, turning slightly to face the half-elf a little better, but keeps an eye on his human target.
Then he mutters "Lucky shot. Do not expect another. Heironous, lend me the vigor to finish this tainted man and his half-elven lackey." He touches both fists to his forehead for a just a moment, channeling Heironeous' blessings to mend the internal injury and leave only the bleeding surface-wound. Then the silver-eyed holy warrior resumes his fighting stance.
"Oh, how nice of you to stand so close."
With Lars out of the area, Menno steps closer and (surprising even himself by his bloodthirstiness) fires fire bolt instead of grease.
"It would prolong the fight and they may not even fall...I'll grease Korax weapon next..."
Fires from inside belly his denial as white hot conflagration erupts around his opponents.
Orinar focuses his will and grasps his blade tightly, keeping it from falling victim to whatever dreadful fate the dwarf had planned for it. This Korax was a tricky foe, and the half-giant knew that he must be dealt with. With a bellowing warcry, the Giantsblood steps back into the melee, and slashes his blade down at Korax with fearsome might!