The scattering of their foes allowed ample opportunities for the heroes of Greenest to capitalise on their own advantage of being the attacking party. The humans chose to take their chances instead of retreating in a more organised manner... and in their minds it made perfect sense. They were more used to escaping from the occasional bigger beast, where if dropping dead was not the option you just ran. But against much more intelligent adversaries, that would prove to be the end for two of them.

While the two further away from the three-man spearhead of their attack made it away, the remaining half was not nearly as lucky. The first of them received some angry feedback toward their careless cowardice in the form of the heavy two-handed blade of Brannor, the overhead strike landing in their shoulder, cutting their arm off as cleanly as an instrument of its form could. The man fell to the ground, at least unconscious. It would not take a medical expert to tell they wouldn't live after such a hit though.

The remaining man was grabbed by the half-orc, but managed to avoid the attempted shove, instead locking themselves into hand-to-hand combat with the Berserker... or at least some variation of it. They knew they would not be able to fight the man down, not with all of his allies around him. Bartering was pretty much the only thing he could do now. To top it off, he could feel magical energies assault his mind, though he could luckily brush it off. "Hey, ceasefire? Ain't keen on tossin' me life away", he proposed while trying to hold off his brawling companion. They had even missed the attack made against them by the bear in the thick of things, probably to their own benefit.

While the heroes were more preoccupied with the humans, the kobolds made themselves scarce. They spoke among themselves in hurried draconic, incomprehensible to those that were within earshot. The apparent authority among them led their retreat, the pack of the little nuisances heading away from the attackers in a straight line. With how things were shaping now, they could pretty much call this fight a finished endeavour unless they desired to chase the fleeing opposition.

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The Cultist being grappled fails their initial contested check to not get grappled ([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4320]9[/url]), but succeeds at not being shoved ([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4326]12[/url]) and resisting the magical assault ([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4327]16[/url]). Their leather armour offers meagre protection, but just barely keeps the bear claws They have also proposed to end combat here, which will likely happen.

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[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Norschtalen][@Gordian Nought][@Ryonara][@Lucius Cypher]