(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

frantically waved my hand to signal Morte and Dak'kon for help as in my
mind I prepared a nasty little something for this overgrown rodent.
Snarling, the creature leapt blindly in my direction, raising a crude axe to
cleave whatever hid behind the coffins. With a gesture and a whisper I
spread my fingers, and three bolts of violet light flew in sharp curves,
homing in on the monster and blasting it straight in the chest. With a shrill
squeal the rat-creature, carried forward by its momentum, stumbled and
crashed face-first into the stone wall. A couple of yellowed buck teeth
clattered against the floor, scattering amongst the dust and ancient debris.
"Crap."
My dagger was unable to pierce its thick, greasy hide, and instead I focused
my efforts on dodging its clumsy blows. Blood trickled down its snout and
the thing snarled at me as it swung, blinded by fury. That axe never landed,
but a swish of rusty steel past my ear and a swift tug on one of my braids
was a reminder that the thing could get pretty damn close.
Thank the Powers the reinforcements arrived.
While Morte was willing to sink his teeth into many things to save my
scarred ass, it seems like a hulking rat-monster was his limit for now. With
Morte balking, it was up to Dak'kon.
Rusted metal clashed against karach, and as Zerthimon learned how steel
was stronger than flesh, as Dak'kon pressed forward the axe began to
squeal. Slowly the black-edged blade sunk into the broad head of the axe,
and the rat's grip tightened while its arms trembled. It was as if the creature
was unsure whether to press forward, or step back and risk a deadly riposte.
All it knew was that it was losing, as karach proved stronger than steel.
I simply made the decision easier.
Another triple bolt of flickering violet lights shot from my palm, and the rat
shrieked in pain as those magic missiles pierced its flesh. In a flash the
Dak'kon's blade broke through the resistance, cleaving a chunk from the axe
head before it slit a wound across the creature's belly.
The rat's guts sloshed onto the wet stone, and it pawed blindly at the ropy
innards as if making a last attempt to stuff the slippery mass back inside him.
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