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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Extremely startled at this horrible beast thrashing around in their makeshift camp, Daugo gets up and unsheathes his sharktooth dagger. He knows his chances of accomplishing anything with it are next to nothing, but if that bastard's phallic tongue got anywhere near him, it would have a whole lot to be sorry for.
 
Cardiloc checks his aim this time, did he have a clear shot of the beast. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Iver chose badly. The bolt flew into the Crocolion's mouth and pierced its gum. The creature wailed in pain, clamping down on the bolt and using its tongue to wrap around the crossbow bolt, breaking it off. The bolt from Thoruk hit the Crcolion's closed snout as Iver had already shot it. The bolt flew off in a spark. Now they were out of ammo. Now it was definitely pissed off.

The Crocolion turned and smashed its front leg down on Iver's chest, pinning him to the ground. It then saw Cardiloc and charged the man, it's tongue flinging out again and grabbing onto the Dunlending's broken kneecap.

As this all transpired, Daugo, heard another primal howl. If he turned he would see a giant wolf, charging towards the camp, and Ha'zi on its back, holding on for dear life.

Some of the archers fired arrows from the surrounding jungle but it did nothing, their arrows bouncing off the Crocolion's thick hide.
 
"That was unexpected" Thoruk mumbles as he attaches the crossbow to his back and tries to sneak closer towards the others but without walking through the field of view from the seamonster.
 
Daugo visibly blanches upon seeing the hellhound-like beast that was making its way into their camp. With a little effort, he manages not to faint, and he takes a further second to realize he should warn the others.
"INCOMING!" he cries, before sheathing his dagger and starting to climb the nearest tree.
 
Sigeric heard the screams from the camp as he hurried after the wolf, along with the other three. He preemptively nocked an arrow in his longbow. He would need to be careful, as he had no melee weapon, thanks to Elodrin.
 
Cardiloc grunted at the Croc. "You are NOT going to take my kneecap." He promised the crocodile and thrust the spear at the Crocs eye, kicking at the tongue with his other leg.
 
Thinking brashly, Ha'zi tries to roll off the wolf. If he manages to succeed, he will run towards the direction of the beach.
 
"Hey Margoz, im not done with you" Iver said and used his new weapon to stab and cut the seamonster in his webbed parts.
 
"Ya ya, Crocolion face. I got you," Margoz said as he tries to pick up Iver's spear. Then, he tries to run and shoos off the Crocolion.
 
Grimnir, enraged beyond reckoning sprints after the beast with his Axe in hand, teeth crushing against teeth, his eyes piercing the Wolf, he goes to hunt it down, he will, he shall.
 
Ha'zi fell off the wolf and hit a tree, knocking himself unconscious. He should not have tried that. The wolf runs past Daugo and keeps charging, albeit the fact, that Ha'zi fell off it.

The Crocolion reels in Cardiloc's leg like a fish caught on a line. His kick does nothing but cut his leg on the creature's serrated tongue-teeth but the spear penetrates through its eye sending it backward with a scream. It angrily sucks Cardiloc into its mouth, biting down on the young Dunlending before spitting him back out. Cardiloc has suffered major internal damage to his body, his torso is cut horizontally and is deeply bleeding yet he wounded the beast significantly.

The Crocolion rears its head in pain pulling back on its hind legs.

Deslan pulled back on the scorpion. This entire time he had been lining up an aim but these morons keep getting in his way. He would still take a pot shot at them, but, it would be a waste to his precious ammo. As the Crocolion stood up he was about to take his shot but then-

The giant wolf jumped onto the Crocolion's front and using its claws scratched the underbelly, cutting deep into it. It's front claws raked down the Crocolion and the creature spasmed in pain as its guts fell out, fish and body parts gushed out onto the ground in an explosion of blood and gore. The sea monster fell on its front and died.

An archer of Sigeric's fired an arrow at it and it jumped and grabbed him archers in its jaws and ripped him in half, blood spraying everywhere. The creature landed between them all on the dead corpse of the crocolion and roared.

Deslan fired the scorpion. The bolt flew into the wolf's arse causing it to yell even louder. Now was their chance.

((Had to RP your char Riko since you're essential to this fight. Hope I kept it IC.))
 
Sigeric reached the encampment, witnessing the carnage.Where had the lizard come from? It probably didn't matter.
He carefully aimed at the wolf, drawing back his longbow and awaiting the perfect opportunity...
 
"Kill it, Grimnir!" yells Daugo from his arboreal hiding spot. He would throw his dagger at it, but he suspected that he would most likely miss, and, even if he hit home, it would be no more than a tiny prick.
 
"Cardiloc!" Margoz yelled, he ran immediately to him. He takes out his shirt and covers him up to stop the bleeding, "you promised me that I will see you roar. But what on Earth are you doing here? You are supposed to rest!"
 
The creature tried to dodge him but Grimnir's swing was too fast for it. It's right leg came off with the blow, the wound steaming unnaturally as the dwarf's legendary axe cut through it. Iver was knocked out of the way by the wolf as it tried to dodge, it sent him backward into Thoruk, leading to both falling over.

The wolf was immobile even as it tried to crawl. They had it now. Then it began to wail. Horribly. Utterly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

It's voice echoing through the jungle. Its echo was cut off as Daugo's shark-tooth knife smacked it directly on the snout.

Then, a movement. A bush. A sword. A man.

A fair, brown-haired man walked out of the jungle near Grimnir. He bore great armor yet no helm and wielded a mighty blade as he walked towards them.
 
"STOP RIGHT NOW", Iver shouted at both grimnir and the new guy. "who are you and why did this wolf of yours attacked us?"
 
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