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[@ManoftheNorth][@Renny][@eemmtt][@Roughdragon1]

The rat ogre was quick to respond to the myriad of threats. It's great bulk and bulging muscle did well to hide the quick nature of a rat backed into a corner, with ferocity to match. The lycanthrope easily broke through the lumbering swing as the Rat Ogre tried to swat the beast midflight, but failed to even clip its much faster opponent. Ripping and tearing in a snarling mass of fur and claw, the Ogres leg buckled under the furious assault, collapsing onto its back as it raised the snarling lycan into the air (still attached to the ogres leg) and grasped it in one meaty hand, pulling it with enough force to dislodge the snarling creature and launch it across the courtyard nearly to the entrance to the dwarven citadel. 
Ignoring the horrible stinging in its leg, the rat Ogre managed to roll onto its stomach and swat at the youngling with the sword and shield, lunging forward to pound the worked stone beneath its hands into dust as it roared its own fury. Significantly slower, its leg torn down to the tendons by the wolfs assault, it was all the Rat Ogre could do to fend off the Orc and the swordsman at once. Even a near miss would send either one stumbling back from the weight of it. 
Unable to focus on all sides, it failed to notice the dagger wielding assassin lurking at its back. 

The Dwarves watched in awe as fury met fury. All but Stokley. Breaking through the shield ring of his loyal protectors, he charged forward and brought his axe down on a swinging arm of his ancestral foe. The sharp axe succeeded in taking off a finger before he was nearly tossed back. Not that he would ever allow it! The weight of his ancestors was upon him as he roared a song of battle as he joined the valiant groups effort to fell the powerful monster.

[color=bc8dbf]"Swing, Lads! Die, lads! Use your blade or club to KILL THE RATS!"[/color] He rhymed in a typical dwarven tune, determined that he would not allow these strangers to claim glory all to themselves.

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[@berd][@Hammerman][@Rekaigan]

Skritch Greatscar, Grey seer of the great Horned Rat and deity of all Skaven, squeeled in delight as the Lycan tore into its servant. Foolish man thing! No humans could stop a Rat Ogre in close combat with so few numbers! They knew no fear, little pain, and were brimming with chaotic magic. But not as much as Skritch was. 
The buzzing of insects alerted it to what was coming. Not sure as to what, but not caring, Skritch slammed the staffs butt end on the cobblestones to release a gout of sick green flame. The unholy flames circled its Skaven summoner to become a shimmering bubble of chaos, the bees would never be able to touch it. Arrows would bounce off before doing any damage or simply be incinerated. The only threat came from a burst of pure flames atop to the greenskin charging at its Rat ogre!
Skritch turned its attention to the priestess who could cleanse disease and spread flames at whim, its unearthly green glow focused solely on that foul wench. It would be broken and returned to the tunnels with him, Greatscar decided, to become food for the ratlings. 

A flourish of his hand was all it took to conjure a green fireball the size of a persons head. To which it promptly let fly at the witch. If she did not avoid it, the pyroclasm would surely destroy her entirely.