Neverwinter Forest Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds.

Discord rolls say he takes 10 trespass damage this round and 1 damage from Sim, while failing to dish any out. Yiiikes.

He could not pass through this way. He knew that now, it was a law now carved in to flesh. Spinning away from one set of jaws was his only maneuver but it was flawed, placing him in line for assault from another set.

Mal grasps his hip and Revui snarls instinctively, pained by the teeth catching bone, and falters in his own retaliation - snapping air, branches, webbings of moss. He staggers and tries to bolt back the way he has come, careening through gorse, withered fernbed, bleeding bleeding bleeding.

Together they drive him back and paint the path red with vibrant ichor. It spills from so many places he has lost count and - god - Revui knows he has no choice now, he has nowhere to go. They have used the last of their supplies on him. No, Moonspear is not his aim.

Kukutux, I am sorry. He thinks fervently of her teary face, feels the warmth of blood on his skin and the adrenaline chill, the deepening cold of shock as it overruns his everything; mistake after mistake. Revui runs to escape, knowing he was as good as dead regardless.