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Now assailed by the full might of the party, adrenaline spurned the rats to action: their base instinct turned to tactics and low cunning. Strong as their teeth could be, none of the rats were able to pierce through Quentin's chain mail. Having tasted the bite of Vah'lux's axe and the cold burning steel of Renault's own blade, they sought a seemingly less-equipped foe: Gorosk. 

The final of the adult rats leapt on the Half-Orc's back, frantically clawing at his exposed and unarmored flesh. First turning to provide aid, Renault was waylaid by two of the brood working in conjunction against him, quite literally throwing themselves against him with little rhyme or reason. They fought as any young animal would: nothing held back, trying desperately to overwhelm a foe much larger and stronger than itself. The almost frightening craftiness of these overgrown rodents was not inherent, but taught, it seemed. 

With the fatigue of battle turning his breaths to ragged heaves, Renault used a portion of the strength he had left to answer the rats' call with an answer of his own, thrusting his blade in hopes of catching one of them in their onslaught. 

[hider=Attack Roll on Baby Rat][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19263]24 (Natural 20)[/url][/hider]
[hider=Critical Roll on Baby Rat][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19264]22[/url][/hider]
[hider=Damage Roll on Baby Rat][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19266]9[/url] + [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19267]10[/url] = 19[/hider]