HP 15/26 : AC 20 : TU 4/5 : Sickened
The wave of nausea washes over him and as his left arm weakly tries to reach out and stab the zombie, he drops to a knee in pain. "Uhh... agh... not... good... HYUGHH--UGGHH--." His stomach convulses and Jarrith can taste the bile that is trying to expurgate itself from within him. He stumbles back to his feet and from around the corner tries once more to stab the zombie... this time with both rapiers. (Standard Action Dual-Wield: +5/+5)
"Gentlemen... ladies... I-- *urp* I think the one behind me down the alley will snap out of it soon. If one... ugh... of you wouldn't mind coming over here and try to take it out while it's still cowering, it'd help. I-- *urp* -damn it- can't engage it without breaking my hold over it."
The wave of nausea washes over him and as his left arm weakly tries to reach out and stab the zombie, he drops to a knee in pain. "Uhh... agh... not... good... HYUGHH--UGGHH--." His stomach convulses and Jarrith can taste the bile that is trying to expurgate itself from within him. He stumbles back to his feet and from around the corner tries once more to stab the zombie... this time with both rapiers. (Standard Action Dual-Wield: +5/+5)
"Gentlemen... ladies... I-- *urp* I think the one behind me down the alley will snap out of it soon. If one... ugh... of you wouldn't mind coming over here and try to take it out while it's still cowering, it'd help. I-- *urp* -damn it- can't engage it without breaking my hold over it."