The lizards were really starting to get on Torus's nerves, a rumbling growl bubbling from deep within his chest as blood matted its fur. In a near blind rage, he lashed out with claws at the nearest Kobold, intent on taking the closest one down much like he had the first. There were too many for his liking and if he had anything to say about it there would be one less, batted away by a large paw. Something deep inside him wanted to rip, tear and destroy, but for now the claws were enough. He had no intention on giving into the more primal side of this forms nature, not yet and preferably no ever. The last thing anyone needed was a druid losing itself to the animal it became, a wounded, mindless beast was far more dangerous in an enclosed and trapped area even if he did not have much strength left.


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HP: 4/37
atk roll: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13944]14[/url]
Dmg roll: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13945]9[/url]

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