The clearing became a pitched battle within moments, guttural roaring and shrieking hisses permeated the air.
The serpent-men flowed across the ground as if they floated, Nebblesworth was smashed against the stone face, as the first to reach him swung its thick pythonic tail into his midrift.
Curren lost site of Drake, as the creatures sought to overwhelm them.
It was 'Fitch' who seemed to be in his element, the first serpent to reach him, as fast as it was proved unable to outmanauver the eel like goblin, who promptly rammed one of his wickedly curved daggers up through its jaw.
He then darted over the next, taking a hefty chunk from its head as he passed.
Curren momentarily glanced back to see the combat, barely parrying a blow aimed for his head and turning a huge set of reptilian jaws aside.
Instead a clawed hand raked across his left shoulder, his gleaming Platemail armour flickering across his form.
Drake found himself under the onslaught, his spinning sword, inflicting some satisfyingly deep wounds into his attackers,
however their sheer bulk and weight threatening to crush the life from him.
GM wrote:Curren: Willpower+GOI Roll V 5S
Drake: Your Initiative within this realm is 12+Intuition&Logic divided by 2+1D6?