"Thanks Eclair. Oh no! Someone heard the commotion, I detect one, no two people approaching," Aria whispers. "They're coming from where we were heading!"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the sorcerer is too slow to react, giving Clawdia a devastating opening. Clawdias fangs easily find their mark in his neck. His body convulses in shock for a moment, before he wheezes out a chuckle. "I...misjudged you." He coughs up a little blood. "I had hoped...that this decoy...would have bought...more...time..." His body rattles off one last wheezing chuckle before melting into a black pool of liquid.<br/><br/>At about that time, Jessa notices a couple of zombies accompanied by a rather large man in a stained white muscle shirt moving through the jungle. Even from a distance, it's apparent the man has arms at least twice as big, if not more, than an average humans. None of the trio seem to have noticed her yet.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Sorcerer rolled: 1d20, adding 6 to the total<br/>Comment: Defense roll<br/>Result: 15,<br/>Total: 21<br/><br/>