<span style="color: #00FF00">Ellaria walked silently on the soft, moist earth of the jungle island, listening to the creatures slither and amble ever closer to the group. Suddenly they were attacked by a Gin, and the trolgers could be heard closing in as well. She reached into her pack and withdrew a pair of small explosives, holding them at the ready with her arm extended. Tasia took down the Gin and Yarl helped pull it off her, but they both fell over in the process. <br/><br/>Suddenly, two groups of trolgers scuttled from nearby shrubs and formed two groups, one in front of them and one behind. Ellaria faced the group in the front as she saw Fenharel turning around to face the others. She threw her grenades into their midst, watching a few of them get battered to the side from the explosion, then she drew her swords and ran to confront the rest to keep them at bay while the others recovered.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel cursed as the trolgers began to ambush their group. "Did they have to trouble themselves with so much hospitality?" he groaned as he vaulted himself around to face the group rushing them from behind. He unslung the bow on his back and fired a quick succession of arrows into the trolger, taking a few out with headshots, before they nearly converged on his position. He quickly hooked the bow onto his back and drew a sword in his right and a dagger in his left to face the rest.</span>