The earth echoed heavy thumps. 

Nove who had been caught up in greeting the dwarves with his friendliest smile was one the first to be on guard. The buckler in his hand was held tight to him now, his longsword just as at the ready.  He looked to Grendrick, who now had a tautness to his muscles, a kind of tension that had been there before but now was more prominent.  

[i]A big one then,[/i] thought Nove as he stepped off to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse over the barricade of dwarves. He first caught sight of sickly green hand then his nose was assailed by a dank odor. It was vile, rotten, and earthly. Decay was the closest he could compare it too. 

[i]The smell of death manifested,[/i] stated the youth. 

Like both Sir Siph and Grendrick, this behemoth had a aura of-sorts about it. Where Grendrick’s--to him at least--was feral but leashed, this behemoths’ was completely uninhibited. He felt it was dangerous to battle directly. He glanced at Grendrick now; the wolf-man was likewise growing primal. Nove grinned despite his fear, knowing that this worked in his and the team’s favor. Grendrick was, without a doubt, their ace in the hole now. 

[b]“This’ll be easy,”[/b] he mumbled underneath the rancor of the dual roars. 

It wasn’t until Grendrick dashed off in pursuit of his prey had Nove rushed to action too. He ran behind his comrade, trailing the monster as closely as he could. Until that moment, he hadn't realized how quick and agile Grendrick really was. The beast had left him surely in the dust, even with his springy muscles he had a hard time keeping four-meters between them. 

The aim of his own attack was neither The Shaman nor The Rat-Ogre separately but both. If he could, if possible, he wanted to exercise an experimental technique during a rather idiotic time. But maybe the timing was perfect. As he approached he noticed Marianne’s insects making a bee-line for the shaman atop the behemoth and Grendrick was already mauling its’ leg. 

Nove felt lucky that his teammates, unbelievably, complemented one another. [i]We can win this![/i]

He anticipated the fall of the Rat-Orge. Nove lined himself up with its leg, stepped off its bulging knee-cap, and with his springy muscles soared above its ten-foot heght.  Tall as it was, but being assaulted from below by Grendrick, Nove knew it was a chancy move being within its eye-sight. However, if he had been lucky enough; the beast wouldn't have the sense to attack him and would focus on his mauled leg. In the meantime, he raised his longsword above his head and sought to stab it into the monster’s skull.