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With great satisfaction, the Goliath watched as the last of the putrid rats flew through the air from being kicked hard and true, hitting the hardened dirt wall and immediately ending it's miserable existence. She glanced around around the open area once again, to ensure there were no further threats. The fight had been exhausting, that was for sure, but the fact that she was under the surface any length of time was also taking a toll on her. Thankfully not enough to hinder her fighting prowess, but it was still there nevertheless. 

"Who can assist the half-breed?" She asked, taking a few steps toward the fallen Gorosk and kneel down next to him to place a hand on his chest. "He still breathes, but barely." While her voice was fairly monotone, there was a certain degree of peace knowing that at least the half-Orc may still live to fight another day. It was the least that could be done for one who fought for the same freedoms the rest of the group strove for. 

"Renault." The human Paladin's name felt strange as the words slipped from her breath, as it was the first time his name had been uttered by the Goliath. "Do you still carry the heal draughts? If so, our friend here will need it's magical properties sooner than later."