Blinking in shock as to just what is happening, the chaos of her first fight, Lythia sees the half-orc dashing towards the noise, the cry for help of the second threat to Moha becomes known. Without thinking she follows Anjie, but whilst the half-orc runs, with weapons held ready, Lythia stops, just long enough to take in what these korija are: Fineel, or at least that’s what they called them at the academy. No matter, they were flesh and blood, and these villagers needed protecting. The elfkin took aim and fired, burying a bolt into the side of the nearest prowler, who turns to see not just her but also Anjie bearing down upon him.<br/><br/>Lady Murn however does not immediately have time to thank her saviors, as the korija with the sharpened stone, which it wields with a surprising amount of skill for such a crude weapon, swings its arm in a wide arc that ends in her thing, ripping the flesh open in a jagged sliver. A nasty wound, but not a mortal one, its last mistake, as the former hunter answers in kind, driving her spear into the brute’s chest. At first its ribs catch the metal head, but then she twists it in deeper, and the korija’s legs buckle, its eyes glaze over, the life spilling from them, back into the marsh.<br/><br/>Even as she sees her opponent fall, Lady Murn ducks, just in time as the second korija swings its small tree trunk at where her head was a moment ago. As easy as she managed to dodge, rising back up seems to be far more difficult. She is tiring, faltering. Exchanging a couple of blows, even real ones which drew blood, would have been an invigorating exercise, but now she is spent. She has defeated one of the attacking beasts, even as she was assaulted by its companion, and now her limbs are failing her. Still, she reaches for her spear still stuck in the slain foe, ready to fight on if need be.<br/><br/>Still injured, his vision swimming from the venom as his body tries to push it out of his veins, Eldran'tyr knows he cannot just run headlong into this combat, and unlike before, Lady Murn appears to be holding her own against the korija, and as for the villager by the cage stack, it’s too late for him, floating face down on the water it does not appear he was as lucky as the one to be gored by the swamp beast, as weird as such a sentence sounds.<br/><br/>Instead the knight decides to rely on subtly for now, and invokes a gift, his tainted birthright. The creature casts its eyes frantically around the marsh. It may not be inclined to feel fear, but it can be distracted, and with armed creatures closing in from the side, its companion dead and the warrior woman still standing, and now the sound of a fierce beast stalking the waters behind it, the korija is most certainly distracted.<br/><br/>OOC - COmbat map updated: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1ae7_cnckVp1sq4WZMd5xmZte4oXd626Trkuc3eJQ5og/edit<br/><br/>Lythia - 20 - Uninjured<br/>Anjie - 17 - Moderately injured<br/>Lady Murn - 14 - Moderately injured, exhausted III<br/>Korija (great club) - 13.5 - Moderately injured, disadvantage on attacks<br/>Eldran'tyr - 13 - Seriously injured