Jatan's eyes tracked the crossbow bolt as it whizzed past Argurios and sank deep into a bullywug's stomach, forcing a pitiful and high-pitched squeak from its lips.  His gaze lingered on the bullywugs, the light glinting off their weapons.  That's when he realized:  the bolt wasn't aimed at Arugrios at all.  Help had arrived!

"AIDEN WAITTTTTTTT!" Jatan shouted, knowing the spear was coming, knowing the words were too late even as they burst from his mouth.  Sure enough, the air shimmered as Aiden moved, revealing his location as the spear slammed into the boar creature who collapsed to the ground as Aiden wrenched out the spear.

The first thing Jatan felt was dizziness.  The world spun.  Breaths came in rapid gulps, and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he realized what was being done:  attacking the boar people was not justice.  It was murder.

Jatan's attention was wrenched back to the fray as a crossbow bolt whistled past has ear.  The shot was off, but clearly aimed for him.  A glance towards the river revealed Argurios already deep in the fray, axe carving terror into the ranks of the bullywugs.  Jatan heard Aiden's shout as Aiden charged forward to the half-orc's aid.  But neither one had noticed the bullywug with the crossbow, sneaking around in the background.

Jatan's eyes locked on the blubbery frog, its skin a deep red laced with black patches, its yellow eyes directed downwards as it fumbled with a crossbow bolt, trying to reload.  It was vulnerable.  

It would have been easy to charge in had it not been for the rain and the muck.  The mud clung to Jatan's toes like hands grasping at his feet, pulling him back, tripping him up.  His approach was more a wade than a sprint, and when he closed in mere feet from his crossbow-wielding foe, he tripped, tumbling forward onto his hands and knees as the second crossbow bolt zinged by where he had stood only a minute before.  A frantic glance upward revealed the red frog legs of the bullywug tensing, and it tossed the crossbow aside as it sprang atop Jatan.  The two fumbled, splashing, a muddy mess desperate to win the upper hand.