Fury surges through Lanu, eclipsing any fear or primal instinct to flee. Sosen, the goblin cleric who saved her life just yesterday, is now on the verge of being crushed by this monstrous serpent. Fueled by a fierce loyalty and a desperate need to repay her debt, Lanu launches herself towards the thrashing beast. She moves with a surprising agility, her steps light despite the uneven ground. As she closes the distance, the fetid stench of the snake assaults her nostrils, but she presses on, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword. With a battle cry that rips through the swampy air, Lanu leaps. Her blade connects with a satisfying thunk against the thick hide of the serpent's flank. It isn't a deep wound, more of a superficial gash, but it serves its purpose. The unexpected attack draws the snake's attention away from Morgid for a crucial split second. Lanu doesn't waste the opportunity. Landing on the writhing body of the serpent, she uses her momentum to deliver a swift, jarring punch to the creature's scaly head. The blow connects with a sickening thud, momentarily stunning the beast. A surprised hiss erupts from the snake's maw, a sound that sends shivers down Lanu's spine.
Sosen feels the constrictor's muscles slide around her and breathing is a labor. Grappled and restrained, she contemplates her very short future. With what strength she can muster, Sosen opens her jaws wide and bites into the thick, slimey flesh of the coil before her.
Unarmed Strike - > combat log: To Hit = 15 Dmg = 2 plus Fury of the Small >> total of 4 damage bite
IF, between Lanu, Sosen and Peregrin's attacks, the coils loosen: she will attempt Nimble Escape: Disengage as a bonus action.
(OOC as part of being restrained "Attack rolls against the creature have advantage, and the creature's attack rolls have disadvantage." Please share 1 more attack roll.
Escaping a Grapple. A grappled creature can use its action to escape. To do so, it must succeed on a Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (Acrobatics) check. Note: Sosen has disadvantage on Dexterity rolls from being restrained. Please share check of your choice to attempt to break the grapple using your Nimble Escape bonus action)
Adrenaline courses through Sosen, a desperate counterpoint to the crushing pressure threatening to steal the air from her lungs. Panic claws at her throat, but years of wilderness survival training ignite a spark of defiance. Grappled and restrained, she knows brute force will not be enough. With a primal snarl that echoes through the strangled gasps escaping her lips, Sosen throws her head back. Focusing all her remaining strength, she snaps her jaws shut with a bone-jarring clamp on the thick serpent coil constricting her. The flesh beneath her bite is slick and slimy, but she sank her teeth in deep, tearing into the muscle with a desperate fury. A searing pain erupts in her jaw, the bone protesting the unnatural strain, but she holds on. The monstrous serpent recoils with a surprised hiss, its body momentarily convulsing in reaction to the unexpected assault. The pressure on Sosen's ribs eases ever so slightly, a sliver of precious air flooding back into her starved lungs. She gasps, the sound a ragged rasp, but it fuels her resolve. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, she writhes against the serpent's coils, her body slick with sweat and mingled blood. Her struggles are in vain – the snake's grip, though momentarily slackened, holds firm.
Peregrine, a whirlwind of focused fury, has been a blur of motion since the ambush began. He dances around the thrashing serpent, his keen eyes searching for an opening. Now, with Lanu's daring attack creating a precious window of opportunity, he sees his chance. With a practiced flick of his wrist, Peregrine draws an arrow from his quiver, nocking it on the string of his shortbow in a single, smooth motion. He doesn't need a fancy longbow draw – in this close-quartered combat, speed and precision are paramount. Taking quick but sure aim, he focuses on the exposed underside of the serpent's neck, the same vulnerable spot Lanu had targeted moments before. The taut string sings its deadly song as Peregrine releases the arrow. The fletched shaft flies true, propelled by years of honed archery skills. It pierces the serpent's hide with a satisfying thunk, burying itself deep into the soft underbelly. A surprised hiss erupts from the monstrous creature, a sound laced with pain and fury.
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Despite the searing pain throbbing in his shoulder, Morgid isn't about to abandon his companions. He may be wounded, but he isn't finished yet. With a grimace, he retreats from the immediate vicinity of the thrashing serpent, his movements measured and cautious. Staying out of range of those gnashing jaws is paramount. Reaching behind his back, Morgid fumbles for his quiver, his movements hampered by the bite on his shoulder. Finally, with a grunt of exertion, he manages to extract two arrows. His vision swims for a moment, the pain threatening to overwhelm him, but he forces himself to focus. These aren't going to be fancy, hair-splitting shots. He needs to get these arrows airborne, and fast. With a ragged breath, Morgid draws his bow. He isn't aiming for pinpoint accuracy, just enough to harass the monstrous serpent and keep it occupied. He launches the first arrow with a swift release, the shaft whistling through the air. No time to admire his handiwork. Morgid fumbles for the second arrow, shoving it onto the string of his bow. He releases it with a grunt. Morgid watches, his chest heaving with exertion, willing his arrows to find their mark, hoping they would be enough.
The first arrow leaves the bow with a determined twang, aiming for a vulnerable spot just behind the snake's massive head. It strikes home with a satisfying thunk, but against the hide of such a massive creature, the impact seems almost insignificant. The arrow lodges itself between two thick scales. The serpent hisses in annoyance, but its thrashing movements don't falter.
Morgid fumbles for the second arrow, shoving it onto the string of his bow. He releases it with a grunt, aiming for the base of the snake's powerful tail. This time, adrenaline masks the pain in his shoulder, but his aim is thrown off slightly. The arrow arcs through the air, missing its mark by a hair's breadth, and disappears into the thick undergrowth beyond the thrashing coils. Morgid curses under his breath. His arrows had found no purchase, doing little to slow the relentless squeeze of the constrictor. He watches, his chest heaving with exertion, willing his companions to act, hoping they could find a way to free Sosen before the monstrous serpent crushes the life out of her.
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The monstrous serpent, enraged by the coordinated assault, writhes in a fury. Peregrine's arrow finds its mark, a searing barb of pain digging deep into its underbelly. Sosen's desperate bite tears at its flesh, and the world seems to tilt on its axis as the constrictor struggles to maintain its grip on her. But a monstrous creature doesn't succumb easily. Lanu, sprawled on the muddy bank after her daring attack, feels a shift in the serpent's movements. Glancing up with a jolt of terror, she sees the massive head whipping around, its obsidian eyes fixated on her. A deafening hiss erupts from its maw, a sound that vibrates through her very bones. The monstrous serpent, its fury momentarily diverted, now has a new target – Lanu. With a speed that defies its size, the serpent lunges. Its gaping maw, lined with rows of serrated teeth, seems impossibly large, threatening to engulf Lanu whole. Her heart hammers against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in her ears. There's no time to rise, no time to scramble away. Fear turns to a cold, steely resolve in her eyes.
Lanu doesn't dodge. Instead, she throws her arms up in a desperate attempt to ward off the inevitable. Her meager defenses are no match for the raw power of the serpent. The impact is a sickening crunch of bone and flesh. A scream rips from her throat, cut short as the monstrous jaws clamp down around her body. For a horrifying moment, Lanu struggles, her limbs flailing uselessly. The world fades into a kaleidoscope of pain and darkness. Then, with a sickening snap, the struggle ceases. The serpent, its renewed anger momentarily sated, throws its head back and lets out a victory hiss. Lanu's lifeless body dangles limply from its maw, a crimson stain spreading across the creature's glistening scales. The momentary distraction has come at a terrible cost. Sosen and Morgid watch in horror as Lanu is snatched away. Their hearts plummet, a cold dread replacing the spark of hope they had clung to. The monstrous serpent, its fury seemingly placated by this new kill, turns its full attention back to Sosen. The pressure on her ribs intensifies, the air whooshing from her lungs.
Peregrine stares at Lanu's weak and frail form before knocking another arrow. With Morgid injured, Lanu down for the count and Sosen in it's grasp, he needed to focus on taking it down. He closed one eye, letting another arrow fly.
The monstrous serpent, sated for a horrifying moment by Lanu's sacrifice, turns its obsidian gaze back on Sosen. Its constricting coils tighten with renewed purpose, the air whistling from the goblin cleric's lungs. With a steely resolve that banishes the tendrils of despair, Peregrine snatches another arrow from his quiver, his movements a practiced blur, nocking another arrow with lightning speed. The shortbow feels reassuringly familiar in his grasp, a tool of precision in this desperate struggle. He focuses on the serpent, ignoring the tremor in his hands. It is a monstrous creature, its body a writhing mass of muscle and power, but Peregrine knows even the greatest beasts have weak points.
He aims for the base of the serpent's skull, the point where its neck met its massive head. It is a risky shot, partially obscured by the thrashing coils, but it offers the best chance of disrupting its focus. He releases the arrow with a sharp exhale. The fletched shaft flies true, propelled by his years of honed skill. With a satisfying thunk, the arrow finds its mark. It lodges itself deep into the serpent's flesh, right where Peregrine had aimed. But unlike the satisfying cries of pain elicited from lesser creatures, the serpent barely flinches. A guttural hiss erupts from its maw, a sound laced with annoyance more than injury. The arrow, though embedded, seems a mere pinprick on the monstrous hide. It did little to loosen its grip on Sosen, but it did something crucial – it bought them a sliver of time.
As the constricting coils tighten with renewed purpose, the air whistling from her lungs, Sosen acts fast. With a desperate gasp, she slams her remaining hand shut, the holy symbol of her deity Xalicas flashing momentarily in the dappled sunlight. A surge of warmth, a whisper of divine power, pulses through her, momentarily lessening the crushing pressure on her ribs. It is a Healing Word, a last-ditch effort to buy herself a sliver of strength.
Fuelled by this surge and the memory of Lanu's sacrifice, Sosen grits her teeth and focuses her remaining energy. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her mangled arm, she slams her hand against the thick hide of the serpent once more. But this time, it isn't a desperate claw, but a focused channel of divine retribution. The air crackles with dark energy as she unleashes Inflict Wounds. A sickly green light emanates from her palm, searing a line of putrid flesh across the serpent's body. The monstrous creature recoils with a surprised hiss, its thrashing momentarily faltering. A wave of nausea washes over Sosen, the exertion leaving her weak and dizzy. But as she watches, a horrifying sight unfolds. Along the path of the inflicted wound, the previously glistening scales turn an unnatural gray. Necrosis, a creeping death, begins to take hold, the flesh of the serpent rotting away before their very eyes. The stench of decay fills the air, a sickening counterpoint to the swamp's fetid breath. However, Sosen's triumph is short-lived. The monstrous serpent, enraged by the searing pain and the grotesque decay, whips its body into a tighter coil. The momentary reprieve is over. The pressure on Sosen's chest intensifies, the air whooshing from her lungs once more. Despite the surge of healing and the inflicted wound, the serpent's grip remains.
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The monstrous serpent's renewed squeeze on Sosen sends a fresh wave of agony through Morgid. Lanu's lifeless form hanging limply from the creature's maw fueled a white-hot rage within him, a primal urge to rip the beast apart with his bare hands. But reason, honed by years of experience, holds him back. Charging in blindly would be a suicide mission. I need to strike from afar, to harass the serpent and keep it occupied while Sosen finds a way to free herself. Grimacing through the pain in his wounded shoulder, Morgid retreats another cautious step back. Keeping the thrashing coils of the serpent at a safe distance is paramount. Reaching behind his back with a grunt of exertion, he fumbles for his quiver, extracting two arrows in a practiced motion. These wouldn't be kill shots, not with a creature this size. But they might just be enough to distract it, to buy Sosen a precious moment.
With a deep breath, Morgid draws his bowstring taut, aiming for exposed sections of the serpent's hide. He doesn't need fancy footwork or pinpoint accuracy. He needs speed and disruption. The first arrow leaves the bow with a sharp twang. Attack: 20 Damage: 6
Morgid wastes no time. He nocks another arrow, aiming for the base of the serpent's powerful tail. Attack: 7 Damage: 6
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Lanu runs up to the snake (10ft away), in debt to Sosen for saving her last fight. She takes a swing with her sword, followed up by a quick punch.
Shortsword: 14 to hit, 5 damage
Unarmed strike: 17 to hit, 4 damage
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Fury surges through Lanu, eclipsing any fear or primal instinct to flee. Sosen, the goblin cleric who saved her life just yesterday, is now on the verge of being crushed by this monstrous serpent. Fueled by a fierce loyalty and a desperate need to repay her debt, Lanu launches herself towards the thrashing beast. She moves with a surprising agility, her steps light despite the uneven ground. As she closes the distance, the fetid stench of the snake assaults her nostrils, but she presses on, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword. With a battle cry that rips through the swampy air, Lanu leaps. Her blade connects with a satisfying thunk against the thick hide of the serpent's flank. It isn't a deep wound, more of a superficial gash, but it serves its purpose. The unexpected attack draws the snake's attention away from Morgid for a crucial split second. Lanu doesn't waste the opportunity. Landing on the writhing body of the serpent, she uses her momentum to deliver a swift, jarring punch to the creature's scaly head. The blow connects with a sickening thud, momentarily stunning the beast. A surprised hiss erupts from the snake's maw, a sound that sends shivers down Lanu's spine.
Sosen feels the constrictor's muscles slide around her and breathing is a labor. Grappled and restrained, she contemplates her very short future. With what strength she can muster, Sosen opens her jaws wide and bites into the thick, slimey flesh of the coil before her.
Unarmed Strike - > combat log: To Hit = 15 Dmg = 2 plus Fury of the Small >> total of 4 damage bite
IF, between Lanu, Sosen and Peregrin's attacks, the coils loosen: she will attempt Nimble Escape: Disengage as a bonus action.
(OOC as part of being restrained "Attack rolls against the creature have advantage, and the creature's attack rolls have disadvantage." Please share 1 more attack roll.
Escaping a Grapple. A grappled creature can use its action to escape. To do so, it must succeed on a Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (Acrobatics) check. Note: Sosen has disadvantage on Dexterity rolls from being restrained. Please share check of your choice to attempt to break the grapple using your Nimble Escape bonus action)
Combat Log
Another 'bite' roll: 12
Nimble Escape: 7
Adrenaline courses through Sosen, a desperate counterpoint to the crushing pressure threatening to steal the air from her lungs. Panic claws at her throat, but years of wilderness survival training ignite a spark of defiance. Grappled and restrained, she knows brute force will not be enough. With a primal snarl that echoes through the strangled gasps escaping her lips, Sosen throws her head back. Focusing all her remaining strength, she snaps her jaws shut with a bone-jarring clamp on the thick serpent coil constricting her. The flesh beneath her bite is slick and slimy, but she sank her teeth in deep, tearing into the muscle with a desperate fury. A searing pain erupts in her jaw, the bone protesting the unnatural strain, but she holds on. The monstrous serpent recoils with a surprised hiss, its body momentarily convulsing in reaction to the unexpected assault. The pressure on Sosen's ribs eases ever so slightly, a sliver of precious air flooding back into her starved lungs. She gasps, the sound a ragged rasp, but it fuels her resolve. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, she writhes against the serpent's coils, her body slick with sweat and mingled blood. Her struggles are in vain – the snake's grip, though momentarily slackened, holds firm.
Peregrine pulled his bow out, hoping his aim would be far better than it had been the day before, pointing it at the beast.
Attack: 17 Damage: 4
Peregrine, a whirlwind of focused fury, has been a blur of motion since the ambush began. He dances around the thrashing serpent, his keen eyes searching for an opening. Now, with Lanu's daring attack creating a precious window of opportunity, he sees his chance. With a practiced flick of his wrist, Peregrine draws an arrow from his quiver, nocking it on the string of his shortbow in a single, smooth motion. He doesn't need a fancy longbow draw – in this close-quartered combat, speed and precision are paramount. Taking quick but sure aim, he focuses on the exposed underside of the serpent's neck, the same vulnerable spot Lanu had targeted moments before. The taut string sings its deadly song as Peregrine releases the arrow. The fletched shaft flies true, propelled by years of honed archery skills. It pierces the serpent's hide with a satisfying thunk, burying itself deep into the soft underbelly. A surprised hiss erupts from the monstrous creature, a sound laced with pain and fury.
Despite the searing pain throbbing in his shoulder, Morgid isn't about to abandon his companions. He may be wounded, but he isn't finished yet. With a grimace, he retreats from the immediate vicinity of the thrashing serpent, his movements measured and cautious. Staying out of range of those gnashing jaws is paramount. Reaching behind his back, Morgid fumbles for his quiver, his movements hampered by the bite on his shoulder. Finally, with a grunt of exertion, he manages to extract two arrows. His vision swims for a moment, the pain threatening to overwhelm him, but he forces himself to focus. These aren't going to be fancy, hair-splitting shots. He needs to get these arrows airborne, and fast. With a ragged breath, Morgid draws his bow. He isn't aiming for pinpoint accuracy, just enough to harass the monstrous serpent and keep it occupied. He launches the first arrow with a swift release, the shaft whistling through the air. No time to admire his handiwork. Morgid fumbles for the second arrow, shoving it onto the string of his bow. He releases it with a grunt. Morgid watches, his chest heaving with exertion, willing his arrows to find their mark, hoping they would be enough.
Attack: 15 Piercing Damage: 5
Attack: 10 Piercing Damage: 8
The first arrow leaves the bow with a determined twang, aiming for a vulnerable spot just behind the snake's massive head. It strikes home with a satisfying thunk, but against the hide of such a massive creature, the impact seems almost insignificant. The arrow lodges itself between two thick scales. The serpent hisses in annoyance, but its thrashing movements don't falter.
Morgid fumbles for the second arrow, shoving it onto the string of his bow. He releases it with a grunt, aiming for the base of the snake's powerful tail. This time, adrenaline masks the pain in his shoulder, but his aim is thrown off slightly. The arrow arcs through the air, missing its mark by a hair's breadth, and disappears into the thick undergrowth beyond the thrashing coils. Morgid curses under his breath. His arrows had found no purchase, doing little to slow the relentless squeeze of the constrictor. He watches, his chest heaving with exertion, willing his companions to act, hoping they could find a way to free Sosen before the monstrous serpent crushes the life out of her.
The monstrous serpent, enraged by the coordinated assault, writhes in a fury. Peregrine's arrow finds its mark, a searing barb of pain digging deep into its underbelly. Sosen's desperate bite tears at its flesh, and the world seems to tilt on its axis as the constrictor struggles to maintain its grip on her. But a monstrous creature doesn't succumb easily. Lanu, sprawled on the muddy bank after her daring attack, feels a shift in the serpent's movements. Glancing up with a jolt of terror, she sees the massive head whipping around, its obsidian eyes fixated on her. A deafening hiss erupts from its maw, a sound that vibrates through her very bones. The monstrous serpent, its fury momentarily diverted, now has a new target – Lanu. With a speed that defies its size, the serpent lunges. Its gaping maw, lined with rows of serrated teeth, seems impossibly large, threatening to engulf Lanu whole. Her heart hammers against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in her ears. There's no time to rise, no time to scramble away. Fear turns to a cold, steely resolve in her eyes.
Bite Attack: 11 Piercing Damage: 10
Lanu doesn't dodge. Instead, she throws her arms up in a desperate attempt to ward off the inevitable. Her meager defenses are no match for the raw power of the serpent. The impact is a sickening crunch of bone and flesh. A scream rips from her throat, cut short as the monstrous jaws clamp down around her body. For a horrifying moment, Lanu struggles, her limbs flailing uselessly. The world fades into a kaleidoscope of pain and darkness. Then, with a sickening snap, the struggle ceases. The serpent, its renewed anger momentarily sated, throws its head back and lets out a victory hiss. Lanu's lifeless body dangles limply from its maw, a crimson stain spreading across the creature's glistening scales. The momentary distraction has come at a terrible cost. Sosen and Morgid watch in horror as Lanu is snatched away. Their hearts plummet, a cold dread replacing the spark of hope they had clung to. The monstrous serpent, its fury seemingly placated by this new kill, turns its full attention back to Sosen. The pressure on her ribs intensifies, the air whooshing from her lungs.
Turns out Lanu isn't the only one with a 10ft reach... She really isn't having much luck here
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Peregrine stares at Lanu's weak and frail form before knocking another arrow. With Morgid injured, Lanu down for the count and Sosen in it's grasp, he needed to focus on taking it down. He closed one eye, letting another arrow fly.
Attack: 14 Damage: 3
The monstrous serpent, sated for a horrifying moment by Lanu's sacrifice, turns its obsidian gaze back on Sosen. Its constricting coils tighten with renewed purpose, the air whistling from the goblin cleric's lungs. With a steely resolve that banishes the tendrils of despair, Peregrine snatches another arrow from his quiver, his movements a practiced blur, nocking another arrow with lightning speed. The shortbow feels reassuringly familiar in his grasp, a tool of precision in this desperate struggle. He focuses on the serpent, ignoring the tremor in his hands. It is a monstrous creature, its body a writhing mass of muscle and power, but Peregrine knows even the greatest beasts have weak points.
He aims for the base of the serpent's skull, the point where its neck met its massive head. It is a risky shot, partially obscured by the thrashing coils, but it offers the best chance of disrupting its focus. He releases the arrow with a sharp exhale. The fletched shaft flies true, propelled by his years of honed skill. With a satisfying thunk, the arrow finds its mark. It lodges itself deep into the serpent's flesh, right where Peregrine had aimed. But unlike the satisfying cries of pain elicited from lesser creatures, the serpent barely flinches. A guttural hiss erupts from its maw, a sound laced with annoyance more than injury. The arrow, though embedded, seems a mere pinprick on the monstrous hide. It did little to loosen its grip on Sosen, but it did something crucial – it bought them a sliver of time.
As the constrictor reacts to each attack and blow, Sosen will move her hand enough to Healing Word on herself.
[ combat log: Healed 8 pts ]
Feeling that surge of healing, she will attempt one last effort against the snake Inflict Wounds
[ combat log: to hit - 13 dmg - 13 pts necrotic ]
... and by then, the constrictions resume...
As the constricting coils tighten with renewed purpose, the air whistling from her lungs, Sosen acts fast. With a desperate gasp, she slams her remaining hand shut, the holy symbol of her deity Xalicas flashing momentarily in the dappled sunlight. A surge of warmth, a whisper of divine power, pulses through her, momentarily lessening the crushing pressure on her ribs. It is a Healing Word, a last-ditch effort to buy herself a sliver of strength.
Fuelled by this surge and the memory of Lanu's sacrifice, Sosen grits her teeth and focuses her remaining energy. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her mangled arm, she slams her hand against the thick hide of the serpent once more. But this time, it isn't a desperate claw, but a focused channel of divine retribution. The air crackles with dark energy as she unleashes Inflict Wounds. A sickly green light emanates from her palm, searing a line of putrid flesh across the serpent's body. The monstrous creature recoils with a surprised hiss, its thrashing momentarily faltering. A wave of nausea washes over Sosen, the exertion leaving her weak and dizzy. But as she watches, a horrifying sight unfolds. Along the path of the inflicted wound, the previously glistening scales turn an unnatural gray. Necrosis, a creeping death, begins to take hold, the flesh of the serpent rotting away before their very eyes. The stench of decay fills the air, a sickening counterpoint to the swamp's fetid breath. However, Sosen's triumph is short-lived. The monstrous serpent, enraged by the searing pain and the grotesque decay, whips its body into a tighter coil. The momentary reprieve is over. The pressure on Sosen's chest intensifies, the air whooshing from her lungs once more. Despite the surge of healing and the inflicted wound, the serpent's grip remains.
Lanu death save: 13 (1 pass)
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The monstrous serpent's renewed squeeze on Sosen sends a fresh wave of agony through Morgid. Lanu's lifeless form hanging limply from the creature's maw fueled a white-hot rage within him, a primal urge to rip the beast apart with his bare hands. But reason, honed by years of experience, holds him back. Charging in blindly would be a suicide mission. I need to strike from afar, to harass the serpent and keep it occupied while Sosen finds a way to free herself. Grimacing through the pain in his wounded shoulder, Morgid retreats another cautious step back. Keeping the thrashing coils of the serpent at a safe distance is paramount. Reaching behind his back with a grunt of exertion, he fumbles for his quiver, extracting two arrows in a practiced motion. These wouldn't be kill shots, not with a creature this size. But they might just be enough to distract it, to buy Sosen a precious moment.
With a deep breath, Morgid draws his bowstring taut, aiming for exposed sections of the serpent's hide. He doesn't need fancy footwork or pinpoint accuracy. He needs speed and disruption. The first arrow leaves the bow with a sharp twang. Attack: 20 Damage: 6
Morgid wastes no time. He nocks another arrow, aiming for the base of the serpent's powerful tail. Attack: 7 Damage: 6