>>5349683Having patiently awaited the opportune moment to retaliate, stalking the hunting party from afar, a menagerie of lycanthropes emerges from concealment. Werewolves and wererats find cover behind trees and stones, keeping you encircled without advancing as they send forth another variant of their accursed ilk; four stocky tusked creatures sporting a grotesquely disproportionate amount of muscle mass barrel across the ground in your direction, determined to hit something or die valiantly in the attempt. These must be the 'wereboars' that you were told of, evoking panicked yells from hunter and adventurer alike.
The half-breed, who stopped issuing orders to take a drink from her waterskin, sprays her company with a fine, lukewarm mist, entering a coughing fit as she frantically tries to catch her breath. She is saying... something, but whatever that may be, you don't have the time to interpret her babbling. In moments, the wereboars are guaranteed to run you down with their sheer bulk unless action is taken immediately.
As expected, yours is the coolest head present. Whatever it is you intend to do, it will have to be done quickly.
>The traditional way is best. We will dig our heels in and fight them back while our archers make their way down right now.>[Agility, Acid Flask] If I could just hit the feet of the wereboar at the front of their charge with this...>[Performing Combatant] It is risky, but I think I can lead the creatures away to give everyone else the chance to escape. 