in mere moments that the fight had continued Argurios felt the change in the fight. Some of his wild attacks missed completely, and the toads attacked two at the time one from each side, both aiming for their own target. One would go low other high, one to extreme left the other to extreme right. Though the toads did little more damage in this way, they prevented Argurios from attacking and forcing him to be on defence. In one moment one of the toads cut Argurioss calf, as he twitched he slipped and fell down to one knee. In trying to not fall completely to the ground Argurios swung his axe and accidentally managed to cut one of the incoming toads in half. The other toad leapt into Argurios. Argurios left out a short sigh, there was no way to block or evade the incoming attack. 

As the toad reached ARgruios its knife flickered towards his neck. To all surprise the knife did not cut, but just went through Argurios, the the toad turned into a pile of mud and dropped to the ground. Seeing this Argurios quickly jumped back to his feet. He was shocked he was still alive, seeing the knife that should end his life. Argurios thought for a moment and realised most of the toads were mud illusions. Which made sense why there was so many of them. But what he could not understand is how did the illusion not break when Brisa used her whistle. Also till now he had not noticed there was less bodies on the floor than, the amount he thought he killed.



"I've got your back!" Argurios heard Aidan say. Argruios just nodded and turned his back towards his friend. Truth to be told he believed Aidans arrival was a gift from the gods, but there was little time to debate it with his friend. The arrival of Aiden also stopped the fights momentum and again a short pause was given to fighting. "Be careful Aiden, some are mud illusions some are real, they are not the best fighters but they're small, fast and there's allot of them." Arguros gave the heads up to his friend while looking for the rest of his friends. 

Jatan was fighting with a toad hand to hand, which was bad, for Jatan was alone and other toads were already going towards him. For the time being Brisa and the new companions seemed to be out of danger, though the toads were now coming from all sides into the camp, they made a small circle around the trio, and ,to what Argurios believed,gave no signs of attacking yet. 

"We must go and help Jatan, i will push forward, making me unable to defend the rear, so its all on you if we get there or not." Argurios said, jut before the toads decided to attack again. He had no problem trusting his friend to protect his back, the half-orc was more worried his strength will give in till they reach Jatan. tightening the grip of his axe, He slammed it into the ground along with an incoming toad, turning he swung his right arm into another enemy, which turned into mud as it fell on the ground. He could see other jumping into him too but were intercepted by Aiden. Argurios grew more sure into himself, now as he had Aiden to cover him. Taking a deep breath he surged forward towards Jatan, without even a thought about his rear.


When the young girl came the boar man didn't even notice her arrive. Only once she offered to help, he registered her presence. But the boar man knew what was happening. In his time as a solider he saw many different wounds and ways  to heal them. A wound this deep was always dangerous specially in a rain like this, when the wound would get infested and gangrene would step in to finish the person. The cold and humidity in the air would make breathing even harder then it would be otherwise. If the little child did not have some strong healing magic like a great spell or a strong potion. Even if the luck is on her side his niece will not make it pass next nightfall. His mind has forgiven the deed of a boy child who ambushed them. He was a boy after all, and together with his niece the boar man charged their camp like raiders, nothing else could have of happened. 

The boar turned towards the newcomer. "Leave it be girl, unless you have a strong healing potion its useless. i respect your desire to help, but i have never seen anyone who would be able to heal such a wound at your age." As he spoke he gripped her hand. "I would advise you to go and help your friends. They will need it if you all want to survive. I should have out waited the storm." The last part he murmured and locked more like he was talking to himself rather to Brisa. The burden of guilt could be seen on his face, and all the fiery  desire to live slowly doomed out in his heart.