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Though intending a cautious approach, lest the Elf's claims of unseen enemies be true, Quentin was apparently filled with a righteous fervor that befitted only the most zealous knights back in the Order. Shouting a name that Renault recognized as Andallian in root, Quentin surged forth, bearing sword in both hands. At least three responses entered Renault's mind in that moment, but in the time he took deciding which one to say, he was left with nothing to say at all.

[i]"Humans..."[/i] Vah'lux muttered under-breath, clearly exasperated at Quentin's recklessness. Renault chuckled, a sound that could have easily been mistaken for a raspy cough. Though Quentin's actions could easily warrant rebuke, Renault found himself amused, instead. That amusement was snuffed, however, as four more rats poured from the house's mouth like putrid vomit, scattering in any which way direction before coming to their collective senses and pouncing upon the intruding adventurers. 

One went for Quentin, another taking the flank and eyeing Renault from his peripherals. The remaining two lurked on the outskirts, no doubt sizing up their mark and eyeing any point of weakness. A flash of pain in Renault's leg only reminded him of the nasty bite these vermin packed.

Drawing his blade once more, Renault already felt tension starting to settle in his shoulder. The days spent loitering in jail coupled with years of relative inactivity had weakened him, and Renault wasn't looking forward to the soreness he would no doubt experience tomorrow.

Turning on his heel to face the rat encircling towards him, Renault set his shield out in front of him, adopting a defensive stance. With luck, the rat would rashly charge headfirst and be repelled by the shield, opening itself to a swift counterattack. But Renault hadn't forgotten the other two that hadn't chosen targets yet. 

He heard the creak of a bow being drawn back, then quickly released as the arrow took flight, only to aimlessly bury itself in the fallow earth. The other had taken note of all four, and that's the assurance Renault needed. So long as eyes were kept on all four, this would be another simple fight, gods willing. 

He watched Gorosk rush in out of the corner of his eye, aiming a powerful kick at the head of the rat that had gone after Quentin. Another joined its brother to attack Quentin, yet both repelled without incident. The last one, one that perhaps bore slightly more cunning than the others, took to the outskirts and rushed for Renault, who saw it sprinting and leaping with violent tenacity. Bloodlust has its advantages, but cannot compensate for a lack of stamina. The rat tired itself out in the chase and lacked the energy to attack Renault with any real strength. Seeing his chance, he took a lurching step forward and put his weight into a powerful thrust, hoping to skewer the vile beast between the ribs. 

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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/18707]20[/url]
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[hider=Damage roll on the Rat]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/18708]7[/url]
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