<span style="font-weight: bold">Alizome</span><br/><br/>The Poison Dusk, intent on his task of purging the belly of a Blackscale slumped near the forest's edge, hears your approach only at the last instant. His turn – of surprise, more than evasion – nevertheless dodges your first slice... but the second sinks deep into his flesh. The blow passes through him,<span style="font-style: italic">skewers</span>him, will doubtless prove fatal, save for magic... and he worsens by ripping himself from your blade, letting out a great, alerting scream, to attack with tooth and claw... but whether from his injuries or his distraction the blows miss, and by your own swift motion the bite is dodged.<br/><br/>“No!” The Blackscale Adept shouts, as the other Poison Dusk begin to turn. “Attend your tasks!” He himself scans the jungle, sheilding his eyes from the fire – seeking the intruders, seeking your friends.<br/><br/>From what you can see of their expressions, they're not<span style="font-style: italic">completely</span>happy about abandoning their comrade... but they'd certainly prefer the<span style="font-style: italic">Blackscales</span>, rather than they, face these invaders from the night in open battle. So they return to their – secretly enjoyed - work, brutally pounding the stomachs of the replete Blackscales – one of whom chokes, dribbling a little bile from his great jaw. Another doubles onto his side, vomiting capaciously – and the last lies helpless and still.<br/><br/>Acted first round: Alizome, PD1, PD2, PD3, PD4, all Blackscales except Adept<br/>Damage: PD1, 12HP lost