<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Todd Wainwright<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Tarrack Daemonling<br/><strong>Location:</strong>En Route to Al-Mar; ETA: Running Time<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Getting Drubbed<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rae<br/><br/><hr/>Todd had not sensed the Drokken Beasts that laid in waiting for them. He was not in an especially good way, and he drew a hatchet from his belt with a grim frown on his face. Drokken Beasts were especially resilient things, and Todd did not really fancy stopping to take care of the things. Rae's attack on one and then a second played out before he had much of a chance to do anything, and shifted his stance to face both of the things. The one that had taken a hit to the knee was getting up, not looking particularly worried about how the vampiress had kneecapped it. Drokken did not have enough brain power for that; they had a humanoid shape but there was nothing going on in their heads except the desire to eat flesh.<br/><br/>Todd moved towards the one that Rae had stabbed in the foot, reasoning that it would be unable to evade further attack and there was a chance to take it out quickly. He moved in and swung his hatchet, aiming at the thing's throat. While Todd was no demonologist and there was no way to be sure, he was ready to gamble on their being something in the almost non-existent neck of the Drokken Beast that, if struck with sufficient force, would make the demon's day take a very bad turn. Unfortunately for Todd, he noticed that the second Drokken had hurled into the air and at him. This awareness came too late for Todd to attempt any sort of evasion: he was too big and too slow for that, and the dulling nature of fatigue exacerbated both negatives to an entirely new tier of disadvantage. The Drokken slammed into Todd, and in the mess of it, he lost his weapon - it skittered and bounced out of reach. The Drokken on top of him proved to be of greater immediate concern for Todd, as it struck him with fists and claws, bruising and cutting his flesh with force that he could withstand thanks only to his demonic heritage - and then only barely. The thing tried to go in for a killing bite, and it was all Todd could do to keep that mouth at bay with both hands. He grit his teeth to keep from crying out, but he was bleeding in about a dozen places and his arms trembled with the effort of holding back the Drokken's slavering maw.<br/><br/>The saliva of the Drokken Beast made Todd's hand hold on its lower jaw untenable, and it slipped from his grasp. His other hand managed to guide the Drokken's mouth away from his throat, but it got a good mouthful of shoulder and bit deep. At that Todd did cry out, and he swung his hands, trying to hit somewhere soft on the Drokken. But the position he was in and his fatigue robbed his attacks of any puissance, and the natural durability of the beast was sufficient for it to ignore Todd's efforts.