Keitsumah
Grandmaster
My hands tremble violently, and I pray for strength. Brynhild, I have little weapons but my hands and voice at this time, as well as just enough for one spell. But if i must die, let Batos live so that he may at least go down fighting!
Hall calls up from below, and hope surges momentarily. "Hall -yes you should fight on the ground, but can you cover up Batos with some of those leaves over there? He's a little exposed with that white fur. And if you are to fight anywhere, look for a place to bottleneck the water demons so that only one can get at you at a time! It might be best for us all to work in pairs too to cover each other's backs."
"As for how we will beat these..." i can't deny it, i swallow. "I don't think we can beat them on our own. We need more help." Glancing back over my shoulder, i remember the gnolls. Maybe some of them have better hearing than others. having listened to Batos howl ever since i was a child, i can try to mimic a war call. The gnolls seem to be the kind of creatures to hate to miss a good battle.
I doubt Brynhild blesses timidity. Sucking in a breath, i cup my hands around my mouth and try to howl:
But I'm too nervous and not much more than a croak escapes.
Hall calls up from below, and hope surges momentarily. "Hall -yes you should fight on the ground, but can you cover up Batos with some of those leaves over there? He's a little exposed with that white fur. And if you are to fight anywhere, look for a place to bottleneck the water demons so that only one can get at you at a time! It might be best for us all to work in pairs too to cover each other's backs."
"As for how we will beat these..." i can't deny it, i swallow. "I don't think we can beat them on our own. We need more help." Glancing back over my shoulder, i remember the gnolls. Maybe some of them have better hearing than others. having listened to Batos howl ever since i was a child, i can try to mimic a war call. The gnolls seem to be the kind of creatures to hate to miss a good battle.
I doubt Brynhild blesses timidity. Sucking in a breath, i cup my hands around my mouth and try to howl:
But I'm too nervous and not much more than a croak escapes.
Valar Lord
Mythic Scribe