_: 1D20+2 = [11]+2 = 13
With a choking, gagging sound, the little raging gnome leaps up onto the werewolf a back, the were-creature swinging him about in its futile attempts to escape, Alejandro's staff pushing against its larynx as it struggles to breathe. Orange juice and bacon plates get knocked across the table, the juice sliding to the other end, somehow remains upright, albeit teetering on the edge ready to fall.
Isaac cuts into the beast, one of his strikes narrowly missing, the other seeping in with a hiss, the were-creature letting out a mighty bellow.
Daedarai readies himself, waiting for Shen to move, Mina sends out her inspiring words to Shen and further calls out to the werewolf,
_: 1D20+0 = [8]+0 = 8
the creature shrieking at the sound as it desperately attempts to claw and bite at the gnome on its back:
_: 1D20+4 = [15]+4 = 19
1D8+2 = [2]+2 = 4
1D20+0 = [6]+0 = 6
+Disadvantage:
_: 1D20+4 = [16]+4 = 20
And bites into the gnome, though Al appears to shrug it off, it then reaches up with a claw attack,
_: 1D20+4 = [1]+4 = 5
2D4+2 = [3, 1]+2 = 6
But misses the gnome. At this point Daedarai strikes with dagger in hand as he sees Shen ready, again causing the creature to shriek in agony. At this point, Shen makes her move
_: 1D20+4+1D6 = [20]+4+[2] = 26
Opposed roll:
_: 1D20+2 = [18]+2 = 20
The werewolf struggled with all it's might, but to Shen, this was just another day wrangling a big animal in order to give it its medicine. With the two silvered forks in her hand, jammed between its jaws, it couldn't bite down, though it tried pulling its head away until Al squeezed it still as the creature just began howling in pain from the twist of Daedarai's dagger. With that, it took its medicine... All of it, as Shen pulled her hand out.
At this point it began screaming even more as the stench of burning dog hair filled the room. Skin began to bubble and burst forth on the creature revealing bloody stinking steam pockets, flesh began dissolving and bubbling into muck as the creature almost seemed to unravel. Bone began to splinter and break rapidly as it formed further and further inward, until a screaming half elf lay writhing on the ground, sweating and burning amongst a puddle of gore and blood. As he was screaming, he reached for his torn rags and grabbed a piece which he shoved in his mouth. He then proceeded to reach for another vial, which he shakily poured onto another rag, which he placed on his face. "An hour before.... Agony stops, knock...out". He stammers before going unconscious from the fumes on the rag.
