Battle Scene #2 (Vorodon, Aerex, and Kasin Mirinar and Mrok and Yoord too)
The man called Kasin Mirinar looked through clouded eyes, as an armored knight ran by, and some bellowing ogre came from behind. Great, Mirinar thought despite his own current condition....the man with the armor and weapons is running off.
He was off the ground, that he knew, airborne but not far from the hulking, stinking flesh of his “captor”. Mirinar was indeed speared like a river trout, and felt his belly surging its contents, as he closed his eyes, to keep from passing out entirely.
Mrok now lifted Mirinar and heaved him after spinning in place, thirty feet if a yard. Mirinar landed quietly, sinking into several feet of mud. He was still alive he thought, but then reconsidered, unsure.
Kyrian running for Borgradoc left Aerex momentarily facing two verbeeg alone. Glory hound, Aerex thought quickly, still peeved from Kyrian’s earlier jest. He will get us killed one day, that one.
Unfortunately Aerex did not have any more time to think. Unable to help the impaled (and now flying) stranger, who had dashed down the hill so boldly and heroically only moments earlier, Aerex focused on Yoord.
Slash. Thrust. Aerex came low at Yoord, coming up to the giant’s midsection. He felt flesh with his rapier. His slash had missed, but he had made a long, deep hole in the verbeeg’s thigh with his rapier. Yoord made a sound. Pain? Aerex could not be sure. Just then Yoord cut across the ranger’s shoulder with his spear’s backswing, and now Aerex bled, flesh torn from the meaty nexus of arm and socket. As if on cue, a small but fervent stream of blood likewise poured from the hole in Yoord’s leg, courtesy of Aerex’ rapier.
Aerex sprang back a few feet. How long can I last exchanging blows with this thing, he thought once more, and then...where in the Dynast’s name is everyone?
A whizzing in Aerex' ear. At first the ranger assumed it was another mystery crossbow bolt, but no. Out of the corner of his eye, Aerex could see it was no bolt that landed squarely in Mrok’s chest, just as the second behemoth had flung Kasin Mirinar gods knew where. It was an axe. That could only mean Voro!
Indeed, Vorodon came running now full steam, axe in hand, and with his prodigious and often over-looked strength, buried the weapon, missing Mrok’s armpit, but coming close enough with a direct hit just between the ribcage of the suddenly reeling creature. Mrok gave a now familiar verbeeg roar of pain, and actually slumped, then looked upon the half-ogre with could only be described as fear.
“Why I throw spear away?” he would have thought if not momentarily frozen with pain, but instead Mrok was busy pulling free his own secondary weapon, a lochaber axe, one he had stolen from a knight once long ago. Mrok braced for Vorodon’s next attack, and swung the lochaber axe, as blood erupted from the verbeeg's chest. Somewhere in his many folds of flesh, there lay buried a painful dart as well.
Yoord meanwhile, stared down the diminutive ranger with a maniacal glee in his one good eye, then came with his spear once more.
<ooc> okay. Vorodon hit Mrok with axe hard-core (19) for 13 dam. Mrok however managed to toss Mirinar seconds earlier. Mirinar landed in mud thirty feet away, and is sinking fast. He is at –4 HP. Needs healing quickly. Aerex meanwhile hit Yoord with rapier. 5 dam. Yoord nicked Aerex with spear. 6 dam (some nick!). Initiative won by you two, Aerex and Vorodon. </ooc>