Now that everyone is closer to the… whatever-that-is-with-too-many-teeth-and-wings … Lyra extends her hand towards it, calling upon her goddess to punish it with her radiance.
"Meat!? How rude!!", the halfling exclaims in an indignant voice.
A flash of divine light erupts from her tiny fingertips, trying to sear into the creature's hide. If it hits, the creature glows like divine target practice, practically begging the others to take their best shot.
Lyra's Round 2: Guiding bolt to Hit: 12. Rerrolling with inspiration. To hit: 14 / 9 radiant damage if it hits, and the next attack before Lyra's turn is at advantage.
Your third arrow strikes true, enraging the beast further and causing it to bellow in anger. "Roarrrr!" Unfortunately, the monster's momentum still carries it straight into Zephyros.
Zephyros,
Please give me a contested strength test. Manticore strength: 5
The Manticore hits Zephyros with its entire body as it rears up and lands on top of the soldier. It tries to grab the soldier with its clawed paws before sinking its teeth into him.
Claw attack: 3+5=8
Bite attack: 11+5=16
Yarina,
As the armored soldier next to you gets pounced on, you see your opening to rend this monstrosity. You turn to help Zephyros and swing your greatsword with a practiced ease. Your swing connects and delivers a debilitating gash to the Manticore's left wing.
The woman in the window yells, "That'll teach you to scratch up my freshly painted door, ya dumb cat!"
Lyra,
You extend your fingertips at the Manticore, and divine energy surges through you. The bolt just barely connects with the monster as it lands on top of Zephyros. The Manticore begins to shimmer with divine light making it easier to hit.
Eldrin,
Disappointed your first bolt missed, you work the magic diligently to ensure the follow-up bolt hits its mark, and it pays off. The mote of fire blasts the beast as it wrestles with the armored soldier.
OOC: Please roll your attack again to see if you crit, thanks to Lyra's Guiding Bolt
Meira does not seem surprised when the manticore flies into the air, though she is anxious for Zephyros. However, despite the cruel language from the beast, she is a bit surprised that it spoke.
As she moved to knock another arrow, she gives the slightest of pauses as this information runs through her mind. With the beast having advanced so much closer, she pulls back a bit, then launches her arrow.
"The manticore! It spoke!" she says to the others as if to confirm that actually happened.
(Move back 30' assuming she stays within the 80' range of her bow.)
(Shortbow Attack: 11, Damage: 5 + 3 Sneak Attack, due to another enemy of target within 5')
Just before the Manticore slams into the armored soldier, Zephyros grits his teeth in anticipation. However, he's surprised such a large monstrosity is so weak. The winged monster hits the man like water hitting a dam. Zephyros doesn't give an inch and manages to place his trident down before him pointing the end up at the beast at just the right time for it to impale itself in the sharpened spikes. The end of the trident firmly planted in the ground. He laughs as the claws of the monster scratch against his armor, failing to find purchase on the flesh beneath. The teeth of the adversary also fail to draw blood as Zephyros shrugs off the attack with an armored bracer while yelling at the beast, "No meat for you tonight, monster, death comes for you!"
[Nice description!] Your trident sinks deep into the Manticores underbelly causing it to cry out in a terrible shriek of pain. You can tell this monster is hurt pretty bad. Bleeding from several wounds and its fur scorched on its right shoulder joint. The left wing is folded in close to its body as if useless currently. The test of strength has solidified your resolve and proven you are a formidable adversary to even the most deadly of foes.
OOC: You have been inspired. You may reroll one d20 of your choosing at anytime prior to knowing the result.
Meira,
You back step as the creature flies at Zephyros while knocking an arrow to your shortbow. You loose the arrow, but your balance is off as you distance yourself to about 70 feet away. Your arrow flies over the Manticore's head by mere inches, embedding harmlessly into the ground near the windmill.
The Manticore recognizes it has made a huge error in underestimating this group. It pulls itself off of Zephyros' trident and limps away to the Southeast. It says, "No, stop! No, meat. Feed..." The sentence ends in a garbled spattering of blood as it chokes and coughs up some of its life essence.
Eldrin watches as the manticore staggers back, its once-ferocious bravado reduced to a desperate plea. Blood dribbles from its maw, staining the ground with the consequence of its arrogance. The fire still smolders where his spell struck true, its charred mark a silent reminder of the beast’s folly.
He does not lower his hand just yet. Power lingers at his fingertips, ready to be called upon again should necessity demand it. His ice-blue eyes narrow, scanning the creature with cold calculation. Is this retreat genuine, or is it merely biding its time?
The creature’s words are broken, pitiful. No, meat. Feed...
Eldrin exhales softly. The hunt is over.
With a flick of his wrist, the embers in his palm dissipate into the air. He straightens his posture, lowering his arm as he watches the wounded manticore retreat. His voice,a whisper to himself
I held my action not out of mercy, but indifference. Do not cross my path again.
And with that, he waits, watching for any sign of deception, ready should the beast’s desperation turn to treachery.
Action:Hold action, triggered if the Manticore resumes their attack against a party member or the woman in the window.
Yarina watches the wounded manticore limp away, blood spilling from its maw as its plea fades into a wet, gurgling cough. She doesn’t follow. Her grip on her greatsword remains firm, but her stance relaxes as the threat withdraws. It spoke Common—understood them. That lingers in her mind longer than she likes. But her first duty is to ensure the safety of the innocent, not chase down a dying beast.
She turns her attention to the windmill, lifting her gaze to the woman in the window. “Are you Lady Adabra?” she calls out, her voice steady but polite. “The town sent us. Are you hurt?” With her blade now grounded at her side, she takes a step closer, her silver-scaled form still imposing but no longer threatening. “I am Yarina, Paladin of Bahamut. We came to make sure you’re safe, and warn you of a white dragon spotted in the area. If you'd like to move to Phandalin posthaste, we'd be happy to accompany you and help carry your things."
"It spoke! And it's just hungry!" Meira calls out to the others. Although she had been surprised the monster had spoken to them before, she does realize that some dangerous and very cruel creatures might also speak. 'Even dragons speak, don't they?'she thinks. She knows this manticore might even still be dangerous. But she wasn't sure they should just kill. Her bow was still at the ready, another arrow knocked to the string. She is ready to launch another attack should the beast try to strike anyone. Gradually she moves forward towards the beast.
She yells loudly towards the beast. "Manticore! Do you not hunt the wild animals? Why do you not have food?" Being one the farthest away, she wasn't quite sure it would hear her - or fully understand.
(Move 30' towards the manticore, but she tries to keep some separation with the other group members - just in case.)
Lyradoesn't know what to do. On one hand, finishing the job might be the best way to ensure the safety of the people here ... a wounded wild creature is even more dangerous than when it's whole! But on the other, perhaps sparing it could answer Meira's question, and the party might uncover the truth behind what's happening.
The short cleric keeps her hand extended, a divine whisper on the tip of her tongue... just in case.
Lyra's round 3. Held Action: Holy Word to hit: 19/ Damage: 5
Zephyros, still in a blood lust, chases after the large monstrosity with trident poised to strike again. "That's right kitten! I am no meat!" The armored man quickly closes the distance and lets the trident fly forward in a blur of motion aiming to end this evil creature. Experience has taught him mercy in the heat of battle leads to death. It's better to end your foe quickly, even when they feign surrender.
Eldrin watches as Zephyros surges forward. There is no hesitation in his strike.
Mercy in battle is a gamble, one that Zephyros clearly refuses to take. Eldrin has read in tomes both sides of that coin before. Sometimes, a spared enemy returns stronger, more vengeful. Other times, an act of mercy plants the seed of something greater. Which was this?
His expression remains impassive, though his mind turns over the thought. Zephyros is not wrong to act as he does. Battle demands decisiveness. But Eldrin cannot help but wonder—if the beast had truly surrendered, if it had been shown an alternative to its hunger-driven malice—would it have mattered?
Or is it simply in its nature to kill and be killed?
His fingers flex at his side, as if brushing against an unseen weight. Perhaps Zephyros’ philosophy is the simpler one. Perhaps it is the right one.
Gareth moves forward with a determination to procure another hunting trophy for his beloved. He knocks another arrow and fires at the Manticore as it begins to retreat from the group. His arrow flies past the monster, narrowly missing it as it limps away.
Yarina,
Your attention diverts to the windmill, believing the Manticore is no longer a threat. The woman responds to you, "Yes, yes I'm Adabra. Gods be praised, I'm still in one piece. Once that monster is gone we can talk."
Lyra,
Doubt clouds your mind. You recognize this creature is still quite dangerous and could just be retreating to gain an advantage and strike again. Your whispered prayer on the tip of your tongue, ready if the Manticore shows any more aggression.
Eldrin,
You also stand prepared in case the Manticore re-engages. You wonder if this monster is genuine in its surrender, but you know you could end the monster's life in a split second. That knowledge gives you the confidence to withhold your spell momentarily.
Zephyros,
You rush forward, chasing the Manticore as it retreats. With the experience of a battle hardened warrior, you send your trident ahead of you with lightning fast tenacity. Your weapon sinks deep into the Manticore's left hind leg as it seeks it's escape. This causes it to stumble and turn back towards you and growl. You can see it bleeding from several wounds. You make eye contact with the Manticore for a brief moment and see a desperation in its eyes.
Meira,
The Manticore looks your direction for a split second as it recognizes you speaking to it, It sees your arrow knocked and ready, but quickly turns its attention back to Zephyros.
The Manticore crawls away from Zephyros, struggling to use its left hind leg as it mostly drags behind it. It manages to crawl 15 feet away before it collapses onto the ground. Its breathing labored and shallow.
"What are you doing old man?" Meria shouts in the direction of Zephyros. With the manticore collapsing to the ground, she lowers her bow, stowing it away as she still moves purposefully in the direction of the beast. "Is it still alive? Manticore? Can you hear me?" She had seen the beast look towards her, seeming to understand her. Of course it didn't answer though while it was still being assaulted.
Turning her attention back the others, Yarina grows concerned when she sees Meira heading closer to the downed Manticore. A cornered creature is often the most dangerous; let alone a cornered, dying monster. She hurries over to stay at the Bard's side, watching the creature carefully in case it moves to strike.
Gareth frowns as he misses his last shot, but it seems like Zephyros has the manticore in the bag anyway. Meira walks toward the dying monster, and the ranger jogs to catch up with her.
"Wait, it could still be dangerous!" he warns her. "We should put an end to its suffering."
Zephyros pulls his trident back and is posed to send the killing blow when Meira shouts at him, asking what the old man is doing. This snaps the gruff soldier out of his blood lust. With a slight snear on his lip, Zephyros responds without looking, "I'm saving your hide from a Manticore." He moves closer to the monster lying on the ground. "This monster cannot be reasoned with, but if you desire to have a conversation with it before I finish it, go right ahead."The soldier steps to the side as the group approaches but never takes his eyes off of the Manticore.
The armored man stands near the Manticore. His hand firmly grasping his trident, resting the end on the ground with the weapon pointed to the sky. He wonders why anyone would want to allow such an evil monster to escape. This particular creature would kill each of us if given the chance. No, best we end this soon.
Zephyros nods at Gareth's warning. "Agreed, if you'd like, the killing blow is yours. This will make a nice trophy to add to your collection."
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Now that everyone is closer to the… whatever-that-is-with-too-many-teeth-and-wings … Lyra extends her hand towards it, calling upon her goddess to punish it with her radiance.
"Meat!? How rude!!", the halfling exclaims in an indignant voice.
A flash of divine light erupts from her tiny fingertips, trying to sear into the creature's hide. If it hits, the creature glows like divine target practice, practically begging the others to take their best shot.
Lyra's Round 2:
Guiding bolt to Hit: 12. Rerrolling with inspiration. To hit: 14 / 9 radiant damage if it hits, and the next attack before Lyra's turn is at advantage.
Diving deep to the surface ♫ Nessa | Saxa | Auriel | Chase | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Round 2 continued:
Round two initiative:
Gareth 21Winged monster 21Yarina 19Woman in the window 17Lyra 14Eldrin 11Gareth,
Your third arrow strikes true, enraging the beast further and causing it to bellow in anger. "Roarrrr!" Unfortunately, the monster's momentum still carries it straight into Zephyros.
Zephyros,
Please give me a contested strength test. Manticore strength: 5
The Manticore hits Zephyros with its entire body as it rears up and lands on top of the soldier. It tries to grab the soldier with its clawed paws before sinking its teeth into him.
Yarina,
As the armored soldier next to you gets pounced on, you see your opening to rend this monstrosity. You turn to help Zephyros and swing your greatsword with a practiced ease. Your swing connects and delivers a debilitating gash to the Manticore's left wing.
The woman in the window yells, "That'll teach you to scratch up my freshly painted door, ya dumb cat!"
Lyra,
You extend your fingertips at the Manticore, and divine energy surges through you. The bolt just barely connects with the monster as it lands on top of Zephyros. The Manticore begins to shimmer with divine light making it easier to hit.
Eldrin,
Disappointed your first bolt missed, you work the magic diligently to ensure the follow-up bolt hits its mark, and it pays off. The mote of fire blasts the beast as it wrestles with the armored soldier.
OOC: Please roll your attack again to see if you crit, thanks to Lyra's Guiding Bolt
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Meira does not seem surprised when the manticore flies into the air, though she is anxious for Zephyros. However, despite the cruel language from the beast, she is a bit surprised that it spoke.
As she moved to knock another arrow, she gives the slightest of pauses as this information runs through her mind. With the beast having advanced so much closer, she pulls back a bit, then launches her arrow.
"The manticore! It spoke!" she says to the others as if to confirm that actually happened.
(Move back 30' assuming she stays within the 80' range of her bow.)
(Shortbow Attack: 11, Damage: 5 + 3 Sneak Attack, due to another enemy of target within 5')
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue
Zephyros, standing unwavering and unhindered by his rather large adversary, laughs in amusement at the weakness of his opponent.
Strength saving throw: 24 (20+4)
I thought for sure I'd get a 1, considering I almost mocked Tymora, the goddess of luck lol
Good to know, Zephyros. Please post your action.
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Just before the Manticore slams into the armored soldier, Zephyros grits his teeth in anticipation. However, he's surprised such a large monstrosity is so weak. The winged monster hits the man like water hitting a dam. Zephyros doesn't give an inch and manages to place his trident down before him pointing the end up at the beast at just the right time for it to impale itself in the sharpened spikes. The end of the trident firmly planted in the ground. He laughs as the claws of the monster scratch against his armor, failing to find purchase on the flesh beneath. The teeth of the adversary also fail to draw blood as Zephyros shrugs off the attack with an armored bracer while yelling at the beast, "No meat for you tonight, monster, death comes for you!"
Attack: 19
Damage: 7
Round 2 continued:
Zephyros,
[Nice description!] Your trident sinks deep into the Manticores underbelly causing it to cry out in a terrible shriek of pain. You can tell this monster is hurt pretty bad. Bleeding from several wounds and its fur scorched on its right shoulder joint. The left wing is folded in close to its body as if useless currently. The test of strength has solidified your resolve and proven you are a formidable adversary to even the most deadly of foes.
OOC: You have been inspired. You may reroll one d20 of your choosing at anytime prior to knowing the result.
Meira,
You back step as the creature flies at Zephyros while knocking an arrow to your shortbow. You loose the arrow, but your balance is off as you distance yourself to about 70 feet away. Your arrow flies over the Manticore's head by mere inches, embedding harmlessly into the ground near the windmill.
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Round three initiative:
Manticore 21The Manticore recognizes it has made a huge error in underestimating this group. It pulls itself off of Zephyros' trident and limps away to the Southeast. It says, "No, stop! No, meat. Feed..." The sentence ends in a garbled spattering of blood as it chokes and coughs up some of its life essence.
Disengages and moves 30 feet away.
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Eldrin watches as the manticore staggers back, its once-ferocious bravado reduced to a desperate plea. Blood dribbles from its maw, staining the ground with the consequence of its arrogance. The fire still smolders where his spell struck true, its charred mark a silent reminder of the beast’s folly.
He does not lower his hand just yet. Power lingers at his fingertips, ready to be called upon again should necessity demand it. His ice-blue eyes narrow, scanning the creature with cold calculation. Is this retreat genuine, or is it merely biding its time?
The creature’s words are broken, pitiful. No, meat. Feed...
Eldrin exhales softly. The hunt is over.
With a flick of his wrist, the embers in his palm dissipate into the air. He straightens his posture, lowering his arm as he watches the wounded manticore retreat. His voice,a whisper to himself
I held my action not out of mercy, but indifference. Do not cross my path again.
And with that, he waits, watching for any sign of deception, ready should the beast’s desperation turn to treachery.
Action: Hold action, triggered if the Manticore resumes their attack against a party member or the woman in the window.
Yarina watches the wounded manticore limp away, blood spilling from its maw as its plea fades into a wet, gurgling cough. She doesn’t follow. Her grip on her greatsword remains firm, but her stance relaxes as the threat withdraws. It spoke Common—understood them. That lingers in her mind longer than she likes. But her first duty is to ensure the safety of the innocent, not chase down a dying beast.
She turns her attention to the windmill, lifting her gaze to the woman in the window. “Are you Lady Adabra?” she calls out, her voice steady but polite. “The town sent us. Are you hurt?” With her blade now grounded at her side, she takes a step closer, her silver-scaled form still imposing but no longer threatening. “I am Yarina, Paladin of Bahamut. We came to make sure you’re safe, and warn you of a white dragon spotted in the area. If you'd like to move to Phandalin posthaste, we'd be happy to accompany you and help carry your things."
Persuasion: 21
"It spoke! And it's just hungry!" Meira calls out to the others. Although she had been surprised the monster had spoken to them before, she does realize that some dangerous and very cruel creatures might also speak. 'Even dragons speak, don't they?' she thinks. She knows this manticore might even still be dangerous. But she wasn't sure they should just kill. Her bow was still at the ready, another arrow knocked to the string. She is ready to launch another attack should the beast try to strike anyone. Gradually she moves forward towards the beast.
She yells loudly towards the beast. "Manticore! Do you not hunt the wild animals? Why do you not have food?" Being one the farthest away, she wasn't quite sure it would hear her - or fully understand.
(Move 30' towards the manticore, but she tries to keep some separation with the other group members - just in case.)
(Held Action - Shortbow Attack: 13, Damage: 6)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue
Lyra doesn't know what to do. On one hand, finishing the job might be the best way to ensure the safety of the people here ... a wounded wild creature is even more dangerous than when it's whole! But on the other, perhaps sparing it could answer Meira's question, and the party might uncover the truth behind what's happening.
The short cleric keeps her hand extended, a divine whisper on the tip of her tongue... just in case.
Lyra's round 3. Held Action: Holy Word to hit: 19 / Damage: 5
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Zephyros, still in a blood lust, chases after the large monstrosity with trident poised to strike again. "That's right kitten! I am no meat!" The armored man quickly closes the distance and lets the trident fly forward in a blur of motion aiming to end this evil creature. Experience has taught him mercy in the heat of battle leads to death. It's better to end your foe quickly, even when they feign surrender.
Attack: Nat 1+6=7
Inspiration attack: 16+6=22 Damage: 8
Eldrin watches as Zephyros surges forward. There is no hesitation in his strike.
Mercy in battle is a gamble, one that Zephyros clearly refuses to take. Eldrin has read in tomes both sides of that coin before. Sometimes, a spared enemy returns stronger, more vengeful. Other times, an act of mercy plants the seed of something greater. Which was this?
His expression remains impassive, though his mind turns over the thought. Zephyros is not wrong to act as he does. Battle demands decisiveness. But Eldrin cannot help but wonder—if the beast had truly surrendered, if it had been shown an alternative to its hunger-driven malice—would it have mattered?
Or is it simply in its nature to kill and be killed?
His fingers flex at his side, as if brushing against an unseen weight. Perhaps Zephyros’ philosophy is the simpler one. Perhaps it is the right one.
Or perhaps the question does not matter at all.
Round Three Continued:
Gareth 21Manticore 21Yarina 19Woman in the window 17Lyra 14Eldrin 11Zephyros 7Meira 6Gareth moves forward with a determination to procure another hunting trophy for his beloved. He knocks another arrow and fires at the Manticore as it begins to retreat from the group. His arrow flies past the monster, narrowly missing it as it limps away.
Yarina,
Your attention diverts to the windmill, believing the Manticore is no longer a threat. The woman responds to you, "Yes, yes I'm Adabra. Gods be praised, I'm still in one piece. Once that monster is gone we can talk."
Lyra,
Doubt clouds your mind. You recognize this creature is still quite dangerous and could just be retreating to gain an advantage and strike again. Your whispered prayer on the tip of your tongue, ready if the Manticore shows any more aggression.
Eldrin,
You also stand prepared in case the Manticore re-engages. You wonder if this monster is genuine in its surrender, but you know you could end the monster's life in a split second. That knowledge gives you the confidence to withhold your spell momentarily.
Zephyros,
You rush forward, chasing the Manticore as it retreats. With the experience of a battle hardened warrior, you send your trident ahead of you with lightning fast tenacity. Your weapon sinks deep into the Manticore's left hind leg as it seeks it's escape. This causes it to stumble and turn back towards you and growl. You can see it bleeding from several wounds. You make eye contact with the Manticore for a brief moment and see a desperation in its eyes.
Meira,
The Manticore looks your direction for a split second as it recognizes you speaking to it, It sees your arrow knocked and ready, but quickly turns its attention back to Zephyros.
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End of combat:
The Manticore crawls away from Zephyros, struggling to use its left hind leg as it mostly drags behind it. It manages to crawl 15 feet away before it collapses onto the ground. Its breathing labored and shallow.
Zephyros,
You may roll an opportunity attack if you'd like.
Adventurers,
What would you like to do?
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"What are you doing old man?" Meria shouts in the direction of Zephyros. With the manticore collapsing to the ground, she lowers her bow, stowing it away as she still moves purposefully in the direction of the beast. "Is it still alive? Manticore? Can you hear me?" She had seen the beast look towards her, seeming to understand her. Of course it didn't answer though while it was still being assaulted.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue
Turning her attention back the others, Yarina grows concerned when she sees Meira heading closer to the downed Manticore. A cornered creature is often the most dangerous; let alone a cornered, dying monster. She hurries over to stay at the Bard's side, watching the creature carefully in case it moves to strike.
Insight on manticore, watching for hostility: 17
Gareth frowns as he misses his last shot, but it seems like Zephyros has the manticore in the bag anyway. Meira walks toward the dying monster, and the ranger jogs to catch up with her.
"Wait, it could still be dangerous!" he warns her. "We should put an end to its suffering."
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Zephyros pulls his trident back and is posed to send the killing blow when Meira shouts at him, asking what the old man is doing. This snaps the gruff soldier out of his blood lust. With a slight snear on his lip, Zephyros responds without looking, "I'm saving your hide from a Manticore." He moves closer to the monster lying on the ground. "This monster cannot be reasoned with, but if you desire to have a conversation with it before I finish it, go right ahead." The soldier steps to the side as the group approaches but never takes his eyes off of the Manticore.
The armored man stands near the Manticore. His hand firmly grasping his trident, resting the end on the ground with the weapon pointed to the sky. He wonders why anyone would want to allow such an evil monster to escape. This particular creature would kill each of us if given the chance. No, best we end this soon.
Zephyros nods at Gareth's warning. "Agreed, if you'd like, the killing blow is yours. This will make a nice trophy to add to your collection."