the javelin bounces off his scale mail, but Tusk stays cool and draws his halberd. He yells out to his companion who is supposed to be keeping watch. "Weren't you keeping watch? This is how you get killed!"
Your blade cuts deep into the lizardfolk's thigh, and it howls and writhes as the blood begins to flow.and
Before your enemies can make another move, a twig snaps and two figures rush from the thick vegetation and into the fray. One is Captain Greensparrow, the other a square-jawed dwarven veteran known as "Hugs".
"I made a mistake in my calculations." Greensparrow says. " And for that I take the blame. I assigned Boragul to guard duty, forgetting that he was supposed to accompany you. But nevermind that now. What matters is that we have determined the lisardfolk rumors to be accurate, and now we must ready for battle. "
"Hey, it's alright. Everyone makes mistakes. Heh, i don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come along. ." Tusk takes one last look around, then follows Captain Greensparrow, being careful and quiet, to not track attention to any lingering threats or any new ones.
Aramys had taken up position in the rear to guard against ambush. With a handaxe worn on a loop at her waist, a spear and quiver of arrows over her back, and a longbow held at low ready across her leather armoured torso, she looked the part of the wilderness adventurer she was. Keen, pointed ears amid strands of jet black hair and almond-shaped eyes that reflected a soft hazel were alert to their surroundings - but apparently not enough to notice the deadfall ahead of them. As the boulder comes crashing down, she stops in place and turns her attention to the front.