<span style="font-weight: bold">group</span><br/><br/>The Poison Dusk 'guarding' the Blackscale's (BS1) back takes one look at the charging, Bloody Blackscale Skeleton {Will save failure}, and steps aside, taking a simple swipe as it passes – but though the blade scrapes its bloody bones, the skeleton seems entirely unharmed. {hit with masterwork longsword, damage 5, resisted by skeleton due to slashing damage resistance}. One of the skeleton's claws misses as the Blackscale staggers – but that same shift of weight carries it hard into the<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>clawstrike, and a moment later the skeleton's fangs bite deep.<br/><br/>Crossbow bolts shoot at the fleeing Poison Dusk, but only one hits as his sprint carries him into darkness.<br/><br/>The Girallon roars as fire engulfs it and its cage. It retreats from the bars – but only for a moment, then all four of its fists slam down on them with unrepentant fury. Flame licks from both the cages joints, and the Girallon's fur...<br/><br/>Acted Round Two: Linda et al, Alizome, BS1, BS2, PD2, PD4, Girallon<br/>Still to Act Round Two: Aethon, Jules<br/>Damage: BS1 18; PD2 (guarding BS1) 6; PD4 (fleeing); Girallon 5 (on fire); BS2 (on ground, undamaged).<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces</span><br/><br/>Shaklik half-crouches besides you. “That one,” she whispers, as the Poison Dusk begin to enter the clearing around their huts. Your bowshots let fly as one, and she's as swift as you to notch a fresh arrow and loose again. Within moments, two shafts skewer the lizardman she'd identified.<br/><br/>Your words, however, bring little more than barks of laughter, despite the brightly colored wings that accompany them, though you hear one more nervous than the others, as the lizards dart away into the cover of their huts – not quite fast enough to avoid to more arrows catching your target in his shoulders.<br/><br/>The answering volley is profound, even if aimed through the brush and bushes, which are whipped by a flurry of arrows. Shaklik lets out a bark of pain – answered by cries of triumph – as one pierces her thigh wickedly, and two strike Xarces, one barely a graze, the other a fine shot that finds its home deep in your meat.<br/><br/>Damage: PDR 21, Shaklik 5, Xarces 12