Baromir feels the crushing teeth of the nurgling on his arm. "Gah, get off.. of.. ME!" They swarmed over Baromir and he was not about to start shooting super heated plasma at himself. With a heaving grunt and putting everything he had behind his action, Baromir pulled at the unholy thing on his back, intent on throwing to the ground and putting the full weight of his boot on its head and crushing the emporer forsaken life from the abomination.<br/><br/>In a quirk of grim humor, Baromir was twisting around, "Shoot it! Shoot it! Get it off ME!"<br/><br/><br/>49/55  25WS + 30All Out Attack (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31594)<br/>I want to pull one of these bastards off me, throw it to the ground, and just stomp it like Issac from Dead Space does to those necrobaby footballs.