Despite having delayed her shot in the hopes the rats would present a strong opportunity for the elven outsider's arrow to pierce their hide, her loosed shot strayed clear over both the larger beasts. Her wild eyes simmered with anger that was barely constrained, her knuckles going tight around the bow's neck with a menacing squeeze. She was equally very much done with the tide of vermin and their filthy lair, not because she resented them, rather because she was so pressed from every foreseeable angle to do this; none of it was as she wanted and she just wanted out. Like a pot set to boil over from stoking flames, her emotions were getting the better of her again, her ignoring the brutal crushing the fighter leveled upon a rat who strayed idle for too long. One moment it was there, the next it was pulverized under the steel head of the mace.

Wounded, disoriented, and now carved into its back with an axe, the rat screamed in wounded terror. The horrible, shrill noise it gave off that only a portion of their ears could take in was a rainbow more dreadful on countless other levels. It sprung back, almost taking the axe out of the barbarian's hand, ripping itself free and turning tail to run as best it could before it could be carved apart by the steely blades of its humanoid foes. The other rat came to against the once more wounded man, gnawing at him but failing, flailing, and scurrying back to where it sat up on its haunches - whiskers twitching, nose almost assuredly drinking in the scent of blood. Whatever plan it was formulating, if any, was almost assuredly not in favor of any of the expeditionaries here.

The twirling, twisting tide of young rats that nipped, bit, and clawed at Quentin de Brey only scattered for a split second once his strike ended one of their lot in a flash. It was brutally swift and wonderfully executed, a blow that would have killed most men and given others pause, but these creatures had no appreciation for the finer abilities of a professional man-at-arms. Their upset attacks harmlessly washed off his heavy armor like rain upon stone, giving him an opportunity, or so he hoped, to find the next target who dallied just a bit too long between their incessant swarming.

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The badly wounded large [i]dire rat[/i] provokes an attack of opportunity from Beaumont, Gorosk, and Vah'lux when it tries to flee but makes its escape. The other large foe fails to find purchase in its attack, as do the lesser rats all fail their attacks against their target of de Brey.[/hider]
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