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Roy climbs his way down the building and lands atop the beast. Even dead, the cyclopes was an intimidating figure; even when lying still on the cold cobblestone street, it was at least fifteen feet tall. It's rugged musculature made swinging a club thicker than a tree's trunk a terrifyingly facile effort. Looking down on the felled beast, his pride swelled within him as the fact that he had a helped to slay such a terrifying beast. Truly a feat worthy of tales when he returns to Briston. He could hear the roars and grunts of the approaching troglodyte horde. IF he can return home.

The paladin had left the hut and alerted those present that they should start retreating to the temple. Roy did not need to be told twice to move. To fight the horde in such a state would be a fool's task and surely suicide. Lilt had taken some of the armor pieces strapped onto the corpse, specifically a small shield, before a breastplate she had cut loose earlier had clanked down to the cobblestone street. She then told the musketeer to collect the breastplate. Clambering down the corpse, he collected the piece of armor and grimaced at the foul stench it had. Clearly being worn by a cyclopes had caused the malodorous scent, but complaining about the smell was for a later time. Now they had to make a swift retreat, lest they meet their ends here and now. [color=orange]"Ser Thokk, their numbers are too great! We need to disengage now!"[/color] He cried out to the orcish man, waiting for him to start running before dashing himself.

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Went down the building.
Saw the corpse up front and reveled in glory.
Collected the foul smelling breastplate.
Called out to Thokk to disengage and run.
Ready action dash to the temple as soon as Thokk starts running.
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