Dar steps forward and with a torch in one hand waves it infront of himself, trying to get the advancing wave to stop, but they seem not to even slow! His hand on his weapon, knickles white he waits for the advance. "Light some torches!!" he wells once more at his shocked companions.
Shadowleaf moves to the wall and finds a handhold through the slime that he pressed himself into, surely leaving an imprint in it's 3 inch thickness. Shar may or may not have heard him, but darkness seems to prevail over the light of the torches as the putrid onslaught overtakes Dar and his torch.
DAr takes a swind at one of the pony sized rats before he too is dragged under. He maintains his grip on his weapon, and gets a good breath of air before everything goes black and he has the distict displeasure of feeling his feet loose their purchase on slick floor.
That's when the wave hits Shadowleaf. He notes as an arrow leaves Kinden's bow from behind him and sees the pony sized rat stagger with the blow, but that was it. He also feels his feet leave the ground, but with his handhold, is able to remain virticle and regains his feet as more and more rats scurry over him!
Dylan also moves towards the wall, gradding a startled Lenya with him. Midnight takes to the air, and flies out of sight with a squak that sounds very disgruntled.
Lenya, pulled towards the wall fells, more then sees the rats hit her! She feels the drip of Dylan's hand slip and disappear as any type of orientation does. She feels herself being submirged and turnes and twisted by the mass of rats as they scurry over her.
Dylan notes none of that as his only concern is to grip the wall as the wave of rat flesh hit him. Him and Shadowleaf have the pleasure to feel bugs and insects, spiders and who knows what else crawl over their flesh, beneith their cloths, over their skin and threw their hair, while those that are submirged only feel the sludge and the rats.
Kinden, in the back, is the last to be hit, though the outcome does not change much for that fact. He too is swept under, though he looses his grip on his bow as he goes under, turning in the ever increasing number of rats. Once he hits something, grabbing at it instincively and his fingers wrap around the familiar pattern o fhis bow.