The remaining guard howls in pain at the throwing star embedded deep withing the flesh of his throat. He's gravely wounded but not yet out of the fight.
The slinger, still lurking in the shadows but clearly visible to Varilar's sensitive eyes, launches another stone at the elven rogue. This one flies far off course, shattering against the wall like so many of its brothers and sisters before it.
Taking a breath, the last human guard steps forward, lowers his shoulder and thrusts his weight into the dragonborn paladin, attempting to throw Zarathas off balance. His attempt fails and the paladin remains where he stood.
Finally, the Sea Devil moves into place. His maw is open and his evil looking grin flashes with the glint of horribly sharp teeth. He looks Varilar in the eyes and hisses, "You will fall before me, land cow" and then strikes hard with his trident.
[sblock=Varilar]He hits. You take 9 points of damage and are marked until the end of his next turn.[/sblock]
[sblock=Ranver]Your turn.[/sblock]