Marric grimaces as he pulls his hand back, and shakes the ichor from his fingers.<br/><br/>"Absolutely foul..." he mutters, kicking the dead body once or twice with the toe of his boot to make sure it's well and truly dead. Thankfully, a whole slew of bandits isn't descending on him at the moment, so he's got a little bit of room to breathe...<br/><br/>Which he immediately takes to start looking around. He stops for a second to make sure that he's alone, and then pockets the map- thank the gods for that particular gift- and leans down to take a closer look at his "unkillable" opponent. If the bandit-god's lieutenants were considered unkillable, maybe they and this thing had some things in common...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception check, per your request:<br/>1d20+11= 30</div></div>