At last, to the relief of the tired and irate group, the last creature's entrails are splashed about. Tuks face dosn't even twitch as centipede goop slops messily onto his cheek. John's shoulders can be seen to visibly sag, and Roderic wipes and sheaths his sword after a quick glance around the area. Toby comes out from behind Thrindar's pack. "Whatever." he says quietly as he inspects his coat for errant bug guts. Scrag's naturally pained looking face somehow shows more anguish than usual at his wounds and loss of flexibility.
OOC: 86 exp each