Wisco tries to sight on another hound, but the process of ducking from that unexpected attack compromises his aim and his dart goes off into the foliage. There's an odd clanging noise in the general vicinity of where he fired.
Seregal aims carefully, but with the beasts weaving in and out of the pack, he fires at one and another slips it aside, his arrow skimming over its skull and doing no damage.
Antor flicks his sword down, the lightning following and slices deep into the neck of one of the hounds before moving to pack up with his traveling companions. The broken hound spasms and its mouth slams shut on its own tongue, making blood and yellowing slime gush from its mouth.
Duncan's sword slams down too fast, kicking up clods of dirt but not hitting flesh. However, his sword does actually scrape something metallic under the soil...
Echo focuses her power, shutting out distractions and setting her mind to cut down the center of the pack. A fletchette flies from the silver gleam across her skin, and a healthy-looking specimen in the middle suddenly shrieks as it opens up a cut across its eyes, making it thrashes in pain.
The hounds hurl themselves at you with high-pitched shrieks of rage, making most of you dodge, duck, weave, slide, and put trees between you and them to avoid their savage beaks. With you all back-to-back, there's no blind spots, and though the hounds come close, too close for comfort, no ones' flesh is rent. Yet.
Xaion reaches out with an unbelievably swift but almost delicate-seeming touch to one of the closest hound's throats, and suddenly that one curls up in a stiffened ball, thudding to the forest floor.
Undeterred and now furious, the hounds circle you, eyes focused purely on you, seemingly not seeing the unarmored drivers and aneen behind you.
OOC: Reminding everyone that because the hounds are packing up, your target number is now a 9. Please declare Effort before you roll, if at all possible. (Or at least before I post again)
Init:
Wisco 15
Seregal 11
Antor 10
Duncan 7
Echo 6
Hounds 6
Xaion 4
Wisco - 1d20=3, 1d20=13, 1st roll offense, 2nd roll defense.
Echo - You didn't quite say, but I guessed you were using the physical version of Onslaught? Because I gave that hound 4 dmg.
Seregal aims carefully, but with the beasts weaving in and out of the pack, he fires at one and another slips it aside, his arrow skimming over its skull and doing no damage.
Antor flicks his sword down, the lightning following and slices deep into the neck of one of the hounds before moving to pack up with his traveling companions. The broken hound spasms and its mouth slams shut on its own tongue, making blood and yellowing slime gush from its mouth.
Duncan's sword slams down too fast, kicking up clods of dirt but not hitting flesh. However, his sword does actually scrape something metallic under the soil...
Echo focuses her power, shutting out distractions and setting her mind to cut down the center of the pack. A fletchette flies from the silver gleam across her skin, and a healthy-looking specimen in the middle suddenly shrieks as it opens up a cut across its eyes, making it thrashes in pain.
The hounds hurl themselves at you with high-pitched shrieks of rage, making most of you dodge, duck, weave, slide, and put trees between you and them to avoid their savage beaks. With you all back-to-back, there's no blind spots, and though the hounds come close, too close for comfort, no ones' flesh is rent. Yet.
Xaion reaches out with an unbelievably swift but almost delicate-seeming touch to one of the closest hound's throats, and suddenly that one curls up in a stiffened ball, thudding to the forest floor.
Undeterred and now furious, the hounds circle you, eyes focused purely on you, seemingly not seeing the unarmored drivers and aneen behind you.
OOC: Reminding everyone that because the hounds are packing up, your target number is now a 9. Please declare Effort before you roll, if at all possible. (Or at least before I post again)
Init:
Wisco 15
Seregal 11
Antor 10
Duncan 7
Echo 6
Hounds 6
Xaion 4
Wisco - 1d20=3, 1d20=13, 1st roll offense, 2nd roll defense.
Echo - You didn't quite say, but I guessed you were using the physical version of Onslaught? Because I gave that hound 4 dmg.
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