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Morgid, his face etched with a grim determination, watches the scene unfold with a practiced hunter's eye. Sosen's desperate plea and the subsequent eruption of holy light leave him momentarily stunned. However, the seasoned ranger quickly snaps out of his awe, recognizing a critical turning point in the battle. He cautiously maneuvers, staying well outside the range of the enraged bullywugs. Two arrows are swiftly nocked on his bowstring, each one fletched with meticulous care. He takes a deep breath, focusing his entire being on the task at hand – eliminating the threats and ensuring his, and his party's, survival. The first arrow is aimed at the grievously wounded Bullywug 1. Its charred form writhes in pain, a testament to the potency of Sosen's divine magic. He focuses on a vital point on the creature, aiming to end its misery and potentially eliminate it as a threat. Attack: 8 Piercing Damage: 8
A jolt of disappointment shoots through Morgid as his first arrow streaks past Bullywug 1. The creature, already writhing in pain, barely notices the projectile whistling by. The miss hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the precarious situation. However, Morgid is a seasoned ranger, and despair is not in his vocabulary. He grits his teeth, refocuses his aim on the wounded bullywug, and lets loose a second arrow. Attack: 23 Piercing Damage: 6
The second arrow streaks true, embedding itself deeply into Bullywug 1's chest with a sickening thud. A guttural shriek erupts from the creature, a sound laced with agony and surprise. Its legs buckle beneath the weight of the injury, and Bullywug 1 crashes onto the swamp floor in a heap of twitching limbs. A single, desperate croak escapes its throat before its form goes still, lifeless eyes staring vacantly into the murky depths of the swamp. Relief washes over Morgid, a wave of bittersweet satisfaction. One threat eliminated, but at a heavy cost. He casts a quick glance towards Lanu, her unconscious form a stark reminder of the battle's brutality.
Bullywug 2, on the verge of defeat, lunges forward with a renewed surge of aggression. Its form, battered and bruised from Lanu's brutal counterattack, seems fueled by a combination of survival instinct and bloodlust. With a guttural roar, it charges towards Sosen, spear held high (Attack: 6 Piercing Damage: 3) and jaws agape (Attack: 10 Bludgeoning Damage: 5)
Despite the frantic resurgence of Bullywug 2, Sosen stands firm, a beacon of unwavering defense. The creature's desperate lunge is met with a display of honed skill and unwavering faith. Bullywug 2's spear lunges forward, a rusty weapon imbued with a desperate hope for victory. Anticipating the attack, Sosen reacts with lightning speed. Her shield, emblazoned with the holy symbol of Xalicas, rises to meet the bullywug's spear. The metal meets metal with a resounding clang, the force of the impact sending a jolt through Sosen's arm but deflecting the spear harmlessly away.The force of the impact threatens to push Sosen back a step, but she nimbly maintains her footing, a testament to her dexterity.
Emboldened by the initial charge, Bullywug 2 snaps its jaws, aiming for Sosen's exposed leg. However, the creature's movements are sluggish from its injuries. Sosen, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, nimbly sidesteps the attack. The bullywug's gnashing teeth snap shut with a frustrated click, narrowly missing their mark.
Sosen stands firm, her breathing heavy but her stance unwavering. She glares down at the frustrated bullywug, her expression a mixture of defiance and righteous anger. Bullywug 2, its two-pronged attack thwarted, lets out a frustrated croak, its beady eyes darting between Sosen and the fallen Lanu.
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With both bullywugs focused on Sosen, she knew this had to end fast so she could tend to Lanu. Again, presenting her shield emblazoned with the symbol of Xalicas and speaking the sacred word, Sosen released a brilliant flare of energy which engulfed both creatures. Word of Radiance DMG: 5
With his previous shots completely failing due to what he sees as his eagerness to fight, Peregrine finds that a position presented itself to him.
Sosen was to his left, taking on two of the Bullywugs on her own and Morgid was nowhere in sight. So, he prepared himself, and attacks the beast closest to him. (I wasn't sure how to go about writing out a sneak attack, but that's what I'm trying to do.)
(OOC technically the 2 Bullywugs are equidistant from you, so lmk which one you want to target. Spoiler alert: 16 will hit! The parenthetic works well enough for declaring a sneak attack. You can try to incorporate it into your post...something like, "attacks Bullywug 3 and if successful, will hit it with a sneak attack [attack roll] [sneak attack roll]". You'll probably get a manipulated roll message & it will reroll if you try to Edit your post. You can either Quote the post to maintain your roll or just make another post with the sneak attack roll & intended target)
A collective gasp hangs heavy in the swamp air as Peregrine, with a steely resolve unseen before, abandons his ranged strategy. His eyes, usually focused on precise archery, now burn with a cold determination. Sensing Bullywug 2's waning strength and frustration against Sosen's unwavering defense, Peregrine seizes the opportunity to exorcise his frustration. His hand slides with practiced ease to the familiar hilt of his shortsword. The well-worn grip acts as a conduit, calming his nerves and channeling his focus into a single, lethal purpose. With a swift and ruthless motion, Peregrine lunges towards the distracted Bullywug 2. His shortsword becomes a blur of polished steel as it pierces through the creature's torso, burying itself up to the hilt in a sickening spray of viscera.
Leaving no room for error, Peregrine completes the execution. His dagger flashes in the dim light as it slices cleanly across the surprised bullywug's throat. The wound gapes open, a grotesque parody of a frog's mouth, before the creature lets out a final, strangled gurgle and goes limp. With a callous kick, Peregrine sends the twitching body tumbling off his blade, the metallic clang echoing through the swamp.
The scene freezes for a moment, the brutality of Peregrine's execution hangs heavy in the air. Sosen, momentarily stunned by the sudden display of violence, witnesses the fall of Bullywug 2 with a mixture of relief and unease. The air crackles with a renewed tension.
Amidst Peregrine’s unexpected flurry of gratuitous violence, a grim realization washes over Bullywug 3’s face. He is the last of his party. A flicker of fear betrays his confidence as his eyes take in the carnage of the battle. 2 of his friends, killed beyond hope of resuscitation by even the most skilled healer, another hanging on for dear life. His gaze lingers cruelly on Lanu’s unconscious form. He sets himself, a fatal focus transcending his fear, as he grips his rusty spear tighter, steeling himself for a fight to the end. Feinting toward Peregrine, he strikes at Sosen with unbridled rage, screaming “For Grognak!” as he violently thrusts his spear at the cleric. Attack: 20 Piercing Damage: 5
He follows aggressively with a gnashing bite aimed at Sosen’s mace arm. Attack: 8 Bludgeoning Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
(OOC looks like the rolls got wonky, they were misses, maybe an 11 and a 6 to hit or thereabouts)
Sosen, with technique honed by countless hours of practice, reads Bullywug 3's desperate lunge like a well-worn scripture. The feint towards Peregrine is a clumsy attempt, and Sosen barely flinches. With a practiced sidestep, she avoids the spear thrust entirely, the rusty weapon whistling harmlessly past her ear.
Simultaneously, Sosen brings her mace up in a swift, defensive maneuver. The blunt head of the weapon connects squarely with Bullywug 3's snapping jaws, emitting a sickening thud that echoes through the swamp. The force of the impact jolts Sosen's arm, but her grip on the mace remains firm. The bullywug's gnashing bite is met with a resounding clang, its razor-sharp teeth gnashing harmlessly against the solid metal.
Sosen stands firm, her breathing heavy but her stance unwavering. She looks down at the frustrated bullywug, a confident grin spreading across her lips. The tide of battle has turned decisively. Bullywug 3's initial burst of aggression has waned, replaced by a dawning realization – it is outmatched.
With both bullywugs focused on Sosen, she knew this had to end fast so she could tend to Lanu. Again, presenting her shield emblazoned with the symbol of Xalicas and speaking the sacred word, Sosen released a brilliant flare of energy which engulfed both creatures. Word of Radiance DMG: 2
Invigorated by her display of defensive prowess, Sosen throws back her head and unleashes a radiant counteroffensive. With a booming voice that carries the weight of her faith, she utters another appeal to her deity with a divine word, unleashing Word of Radiance! A blinding light erupts from the holy symbol emblazoned on her shield. It explodes outward in a wave of searing energy, engulfing Bullywug 3 in a torrent of divine flames. The creature lets out a bloodcurdling shriek as the holy fire licks at its once-slick skin. The amphibian defenses, no match for the divine fury, start to char and bubble, sending forth a repugnant stench of burning flesh. Bullywug 3 writhes in agony, its form writhing and twisting as the flames dance across its body. Despite the excruciating pain, the creature's primal fighting spirit refuses to be quelled. With a deep guttural roar that defies logic, its beady eyes burn with a desperate rage in spite of the radiant damage, seemingly no worse for wear.
Morgid, a seasoned hunter, reads the battlefield with the practiced eye of a predator. He sees the desperation fueling Bullywug 3's charge, the creature a flickering flame on the verge of extinction. Seizing the opportunity to end the fight decisively, Morgid lets loose not one, but two arrows in swift succession. Morgid's fingers dance across the bowstring, releasing two arrows with a practiced flick of the wrist. The arrows streak through the swamp air, their fletching a blur as they find their trajectory towards Bullywug 3. Attack: 8 Piercing Damage: 7; Attack: 22 Piercing Damage: 9
Morgid's fingers tighten around the bowstring, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. The swamp air vibrates with the unmistakable twang of bowstrings. The first arrow streaks true for a moment, but then with a sickening snap it thunks harmlessly into a nearby tree trunk. Adrenaline surges through him, momentarily clouding his aim. But Morgid is a veteran.
He forces himself to refocus, ignoring the tremor in his hands. With a deep breath, he lets loose the second arrow. This time, it flies with unwavering precision. Aimed with the practiced eye of a seasoned hunter, it carves a searing path through the air, lodging itself deep into Bullywug 3's side, burying itself deep just beneath its ribcage. A bloodcurdling shriek erupts from Bullywug 3. It stumbles mid-charge, its entire body convulsing as a crimson cough erupts from its throat, spraying a gout of blood onto the fetid swamp floor. The creature looks down at the protruding arrow in disbelief, its eyes wide with a mixture of pain and dawning realization.
Peregrine watches the near death of the last Bullywug, his body still tingling at the sensation of killing one of them. He decided that this last one would deserve a swift death as well, if only for being the last of his party left alive.
He steadies his shortsword once more with practiced hands.
The air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the stench of burnt flesh. Peregrine, a predator honed by countless skirmishes, sees an opportunity in Bullywug 3's wounded state. A predatory glint ignites in his eyes as he tightens his grip on his shortsword. With a burst of adrenaline, he explodes forward in a blur of motion aiming for a killing blow. Peregrine's usual precision, however, is betrayed by the urgency of the moment. His attack, fueled by the heat of battle, comes a hair too fast. He misjudges the distance by a mere fraction, his shortsword flashing through the air in a vicious swipe. The intended target – Bullywug 3 – is a hair's breadth away, untouched by the deadly glint of steel.
Bullywug 3, fueled by a primal rage and a refusal to die, ignores the searing pain and the arrow protruding from its side. A guttural snarl, laced with a cruel desperation, erupts from its throat. This isn't a sound of surrender, but a defiant roar against its inevitable demise. With a burst of adrenaline that defies logic, the creature lunges forward. Digging its legs into the swamp floor, the creature launches itself in a reckless lunge, its rusty spear held in a two-handed grip above its head. Hoping to catch the party off guard and inflict a fatal wound, the spear streaks forward in a vicious arc, aimed directly at Peregrine's chest. Attack: 11 Piercing Damage: 3
Bullywug 3 follows up with a vicious bite attack, aiming to inflict maximum damage to avenge its fallen comrades. Attack: 12 Bludgeoning Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
A collective gasp escapes the party's lips as Bullywug 3's desperate lunge unfolds in a horrifying ballet of violence. Peregrine, caught flat-footed by the sudden shift in focus, is unable to react in time. The rusty spear, propelled by a surge of primal rage, pierces Peregrine's chest with a sickening thud. A crimson bloom erupts on his tunic as a choked cry escapes his throat. He staggers back, the world spinning around him as searing pain explodes through his body.
The creature, fueled by a final burst of aggression, doesn't relent. It lunges forward again, massive jaws snapping shut in a horrifying display of amphibian savagery. Peregrine, weakened and reeling from the spear wound, is unable to fully evade the attack. The bullywug's bite connects with a sickening crunch, its powerful jaws clamping down on Peregrine's torso. Peregrine lets out a bloodcurdling scream, his body wracked with pain. He stumbles backward, hacking coughs escaping his lips as he struggles to stay upright. The heroes witness their nimble comrade, once a blur of motion on the battlefield, reduced to a staggering figure, hanging precariously close to death's embrace.
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Morgid, his face etched with a grim determination, watches the scene unfold with a practiced hunter's eye. Sosen's desperate plea and the subsequent eruption of holy light leave him momentarily stunned. However, the seasoned ranger quickly snaps out of his awe, recognizing a critical turning point in the battle. He cautiously maneuvers, staying well outside the range of the enraged bullywugs. Two arrows are swiftly nocked on his bowstring, each one fletched with meticulous care. He takes a deep breath, focusing his entire being on the task at hand – eliminating the threats and ensuring his, and his party's, survival. The first arrow is aimed at the grievously wounded Bullywug 1. Its charred form writhes in pain, a testament to the potency of Sosen's divine magic. He focuses on a vital point on the creature, aiming to end its misery and potentially eliminate it as a threat. Attack: 8 Piercing Damage: 8
A jolt of disappointment shoots through Morgid as his first arrow streaks past Bullywug 1. The creature, already writhing in pain, barely notices the projectile whistling by. The miss hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the precarious situation. However, Morgid is a seasoned ranger, and despair is not in his vocabulary. He grits his teeth, refocuses his aim on the wounded bullywug, and lets loose a second arrow. Attack: 23 Piercing Damage: 6
The second arrow streaks true, embedding itself deeply into Bullywug 1's chest with a sickening thud. A guttural shriek erupts from the creature, a sound laced with agony and surprise. Its legs buckle beneath the weight of the injury, and Bullywug 1 crashes onto the swamp floor in a heap of twitching limbs. A single, desperate croak escapes its throat before its form goes still, lifeless eyes staring vacantly into the murky depths of the swamp. Relief washes over Morgid, a wave of bittersweet satisfaction. One threat eliminated, but at a heavy cost. He casts a quick glance towards Lanu, her unconscious form a stark reminder of the battle's brutality.
Bullywug 2, on the verge of defeat, lunges forward with a renewed surge of aggression. Its form, battered and bruised from Lanu's brutal counterattack, seems fueled by a combination of survival instinct and bloodlust. With a guttural roar, it charges towards Sosen, spear held high (Attack: 6 Piercing Damage: 3) and jaws agape (Attack: 10 Bludgeoning Damage: 5)
Despite the frantic resurgence of Bullywug 2, Sosen stands firm, a beacon of unwavering defense. The creature's desperate lunge is met with a display of honed skill and unwavering faith. Bullywug 2's spear lunges forward, a rusty weapon imbued with a desperate hope for victory. Anticipating the attack, Sosen reacts with lightning speed. Her shield, emblazoned with the holy symbol of Xalicas, rises to meet the bullywug's spear. The metal meets metal with a resounding clang, the force of the impact sending a jolt through Sosen's arm but deflecting the spear harmlessly away.The force of the impact threatens to push Sosen back a step, but she nimbly maintains her footing, a testament to her dexterity.
Emboldened by the initial charge, Bullywug 2 snaps its jaws, aiming for Sosen's exposed leg. However, the creature's movements are sluggish from its injuries. Sosen, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, nimbly sidesteps the attack. The bullywug's gnashing teeth snap shut with a frustrated click, narrowly missing their mark.
Sosen stands firm, her breathing heavy but her stance unwavering. She glares down at the frustrated bullywug, her expression a mixture of defiance and righteous anger. Bullywug 2, its two-pronged attack thwarted, lets out a frustrated croak, its beady eyes darting between Sosen and the fallen Lanu.
With both bullywugs focused on Sosen, she knew this had to end fast so she could tend to Lanu. Again, presenting her shield emblazoned with the symbol of Xalicas and speaking the sacred word, Sosen released a brilliant flare of energy which engulfed both creatures. Word of Radiance DMG: 5
With his previous shots completely failing due to what he sees as his eagerness to fight, Peregrine finds that a position presented itself to him.
Sosen was to his left, taking on two of the Bullywugs on her own and Morgid was nowhere in sight. So, he prepared himself, and attacks the beast closest to him. (I wasn't sure how to go about writing out a sneak attack, but that's what I'm trying to do.)
Attack: 14 Damage: 9
(OOC technically the 2 Bullywugs are equidistant from you, so lmk which one you want to target. Spoiler alert: 16 will hit! The parenthetic works well enough for declaring a sneak attack. You can try to incorporate it into your post...something like, "attacks Bullywug 3 and if successful, will hit it with a sneak attack [attack roll] [sneak attack roll]". You'll probably get a manipulated roll message & it will reroll if you try to Edit your post. You can either Quote the post to maintain your roll or just make another post with the sneak attack roll & intended target)
(okay, cool, definitely attacking Bullywug 2)
A collective gasp hangs heavy in the swamp air as Peregrine, with a steely resolve unseen before, abandons his ranged strategy. His eyes, usually focused on precise archery, now burn with a cold determination. Sensing Bullywug 2's waning strength and frustration against Sosen's unwavering defense, Peregrine seizes the opportunity to exorcise his frustration. His hand slides with practiced ease to the familiar hilt of his shortsword. The well-worn grip acts as a conduit, calming his nerves and channeling his focus into a single, lethal purpose. With a swift and ruthless motion, Peregrine lunges towards the distracted Bullywug 2. His shortsword becomes a blur of polished steel as it pierces through the creature's torso, burying itself up to the hilt in a sickening spray of viscera.
Leaving no room for error, Peregrine completes the execution. His dagger flashes in the dim light as it slices cleanly across the surprised bullywug's throat. The wound gapes open, a grotesque parody of a frog's mouth, before the creature lets out a final, strangled gurgle and goes limp. With a callous kick, Peregrine sends the twitching body tumbling off his blade, the metallic clang echoing through the swamp.
The scene freezes for a moment, the brutality of Peregrine's execution hangs heavy in the air. Sosen, momentarily stunned by the sudden display of violence, witnesses the fall of Bullywug 2 with a mixture of relief and unease. The air crackles with a renewed tension.
Amidst Peregrine’s unexpected flurry of gratuitous violence, a grim realization washes over Bullywug 3’s face. He is the last of his party. A flicker of fear betrays his confidence as his eyes take in the carnage of the battle. 2 of his friends, killed beyond hope of resuscitation by even the most skilled healer, another hanging on for dear life. His gaze lingers cruelly on Lanu’s unconscious form. He sets himself, a fatal focus transcending his fear, as he grips his rusty spear tighter, steeling himself for a fight to the end. Feinting toward Peregrine, he strikes at Sosen with unbridled rage, screaming “For Grognak!” as he violently thrusts his spear at the cleric. Attack: 20 Piercing Damage: 5
He follows aggressively with a gnashing bite aimed at Sosen’s mace arm. Attack: 8 Bludgeoning Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
(OOC looks like the rolls got wonky, they were misses, maybe an 11 and a 6 to hit or thereabouts)
Sosen, with technique honed by countless hours of practice, reads Bullywug 3's desperate lunge like a well-worn scripture. The feint towards Peregrine is a clumsy attempt, and Sosen barely flinches. With a practiced sidestep, she avoids the spear thrust entirely, the rusty weapon whistling harmlessly past her ear.
Simultaneously, Sosen brings her mace up in a swift, defensive maneuver. The blunt head of the weapon connects squarely with Bullywug 3's snapping jaws, emitting a sickening thud that echoes through the swamp. The force of the impact jolts Sosen's arm, but her grip on the mace remains firm. The bullywug's gnashing bite is met with a resounding clang, its razor-sharp teeth gnashing harmlessly against the solid metal.
Sosen stands firm, her breathing heavy but her stance unwavering. She looks down at the frustrated bullywug, a confident grin spreading across her lips. The tide of battle has turned decisively. Bullywug 3's initial burst of aggression has waned, replaced by a dawning realization – it is outmatched.
Bullywug 3 CON save 13
Invigorated by her display of defensive prowess, Sosen throws back her head and unleashes a radiant counteroffensive. With a booming voice that carries the weight of her faith, she utters another appeal to her deity with a divine word, unleashing Word of Radiance! A blinding light erupts from the holy symbol emblazoned on her shield. It explodes outward in a wave of searing energy, engulfing Bullywug 3 in a torrent of divine flames. The creature lets out a bloodcurdling shriek as the holy fire licks at its once-slick skin. The amphibian defenses, no match for the divine fury, start to char and bubble, sending forth a repugnant stench of burning flesh. Bullywug 3 writhes in agony, its form writhing and twisting as the flames dance across its body. Despite the excruciating pain, the creature's primal fighting spirit refuses to be quelled. With a deep guttural roar that defies logic, its beady eyes burn with a desperate rage in spite of the radiant damage, seemingly no worse for wear.
Morgid, a seasoned hunter, reads the battlefield with the practiced eye of a predator. He sees the desperation fueling Bullywug 3's charge, the creature a flickering flame on the verge of extinction. Seizing the opportunity to end the fight decisively, Morgid lets loose not one, but two arrows in swift succession. Morgid's fingers dance across the bowstring, releasing two arrows with a practiced flick of the wrist. The arrows streak through the swamp air, their fletching a blur as they find their trajectory towards Bullywug 3. Attack: 8 Piercing Damage: 7; Attack: 22 Piercing Damage: 9
Morgid's fingers tighten around the bowstring, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. The swamp air vibrates with the unmistakable twang of bowstrings. The first arrow streaks true for a moment, but then with a sickening snap it thunks harmlessly into a nearby tree trunk. Adrenaline surges through him, momentarily clouding his aim. But Morgid is a veteran.
He forces himself to refocus, ignoring the tremor in his hands. With a deep breath, he lets loose the second arrow. This time, it flies with unwavering precision. Aimed with the practiced eye of a seasoned hunter, it carves a searing path through the air, lodging itself deep into Bullywug 3's side, burying itself deep just beneath its ribcage. A bloodcurdling shriek erupts from Bullywug 3. It stumbles mid-charge, its entire body convulsing as a crimson cough erupts from its throat, spraying a gout of blood onto the fetid swamp floor. The creature looks down at the protruding arrow in disbelief, its eyes wide with a mixture of pain and dawning realization.
Peregrine watches the near death of the last Bullywug, his body still tingling at the sensation of killing one of them. He decided that this last one would deserve a swift death as well, if only for being the last of his party left alive.
He steadies his shortsword once more with practiced hands.
Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
The air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the stench of burnt flesh. Peregrine, a predator honed by countless skirmishes, sees an opportunity in Bullywug 3's wounded state. A predatory glint ignites in his eyes as he tightens his grip on his shortsword. With a burst of adrenaline, he explodes forward in a blur of motion aiming for a killing blow. Peregrine's usual precision, however, is betrayed by the urgency of the moment. His attack, fueled by the heat of battle, comes a hair too fast. He misjudges the distance by a mere fraction, his shortsword flashing through the air in a vicious swipe. The intended target – Bullywug 3 – is a hair's breadth away, untouched by the deadly glint of steel.
Bullywug 3, fueled by a primal rage and a refusal to die, ignores the searing pain and the arrow protruding from its side. A guttural snarl, laced with a cruel desperation, erupts from its throat. This isn't a sound of surrender, but a defiant roar against its inevitable demise. With a burst of adrenaline that defies logic, the creature lunges forward. Digging its legs into the swamp floor, the creature launches itself in a reckless lunge, its rusty spear held in a two-handed grip above its head. Hoping to catch the party off guard and inflict a fatal wound, the spear streaks forward in a vicious arc, aimed directly at Peregrine's chest. Attack: 11 Piercing Damage: 3
Bullywug 3 follows up with a vicious bite attack, aiming to inflict maximum damage to avenge its fallen comrades. Attack: 12 Bludgeoning Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
A collective gasp escapes the party's lips as Bullywug 3's desperate lunge unfolds in a horrifying ballet of violence. Peregrine, caught flat-footed by the sudden shift in focus, is unable to react in time. The rusty spear, propelled by a surge of primal rage, pierces Peregrine's chest with a sickening thud. A crimson bloom erupts on his tunic as a choked cry escapes his throat. He staggers back, the world spinning around him as searing pain explodes through his body.
The creature, fueled by a final burst of aggression, doesn't relent. It lunges forward again, massive jaws snapping shut in a horrifying display of amphibian savagery. Peregrine, weakened and reeling from the spear wound, is unable to fully evade the attack. The bullywug's bite connects with a sickening crunch, its powerful jaws clamping down on Peregrine's torso. Peregrine lets out a bloodcurdling scream, his body wracked with pain. He stumbles backward, hacking coughs escaping his lips as he struggles to stay upright. The heroes witness their nimble comrade, once a blur of motion on the battlefield, reduced to a staggering figure, hanging precariously close to death's embrace.