Like lambs to the slaughter. Out the ratmen came, only to be assaulted by the ambush. Atacuso struck first, his halberd swinging viciously and sinking deep into the belly flesh of one of the unarmed ratmen. The wound was deep and poured black-red blood. The ratman squealed in pain and convulsed on the edge of the weapon, it's claws trying desperately to reach at the swynnish tracker. Metandris was the one who put this creature out of it's misery - a swift blow to the neck with his scimitar saw the verminous beast's jugular slashed, spraying blood and causing the wererat to slump into the mud with one final convulsion. Metandris danced back after this - he was too close for comfort and retreated to behind Aredhel - his frail body was not suited for such close combat.
Meanwhile, Helgkhor's sword had also found a target; the ratman with the axe took the blade straight to the chest. It would have been a killing blow right there, had the creature not managed to raise it's weapon in an attempt to block it. Still, the barbarian's weapon cut deep, revealing flesh and copious amounts of blood. Korchel saw his chance and moved in to assist Helgkhor, but his swings went wide as the ratman stumbled back, neither of his claw attacks striking home. The dwarf, wisps of smoke curling from him, cursed angrily.
Finally, the wizard to the rear raised his hand and sent forth a stream of searing acid at the same beast. The liquid struck the rat square in the face causing it to gurgle in agony. Carus laughed at the squealing of the vermin, "Filthy unwashed things! Give them a bath in acid!"
The axe-wielding wererat was in horrible shape, hardly standing. It swung wildly in retaliation with it's weapon, attempting to strike helgkhor, but the burning acid in it's eyes caused it to lose sight of it's assailant, and the axe swung through mid-air, nearly causing the creature to topple over. "Why!?" It screeched through the pain.
The third, untouched wererat frenzied at the sight of what was happening, flicking it's naked tail and screeching and screaming. It quickly chose a target - Atacuso - and lept at the Swamp-dweller, latching onto him with it's claws and biting down heavily on his shoulder with it's filthy mouth.
(Fortitude save, GM keeps result.)
Atacuso screamed and thrust the werebeast off of him, causing it to skitter back a couple of paces in the mud.