Furry eyelids guttered in quickly the flamboyant display of the dragonclaw adorned now with the plume of fairies, courtesy of the bard upon the bear’s back. The pirate remembered that this gangrenous adversary solely stood between them and liberty, welding the heroes of Greenest to the evil encampment. Completing unfinished business was Xaron’s specialty in Amn, dealing those who spurned the ideology of the all-powerful coin. 

The cultist soon came to focus as the brown monstrosity narrowed the gap. The first gasp of consciousness projected as a growl, in the looming charge of the druid, erring on a thwarted bite. Huffing, with Parum hoisted tall, reined by the Nietzchean rope that tethered the soporific monk, the ursine beast swiped its clawed paw, meeting another dodge full of air.

>Torus miss both attacks: Bite, then Claws. Despite Advantage.