((Aleph hasn’t decided his action yet, so I’ll update this and provide the diagram afterwards))
Enemy Movement: The kobolds engaging Serian glance towards each other before breaking rank and shifting around to flank the paladin. Though Serian tries to adjust his stance to take advantage of the opportunity and strike, the kobolds’ dragonshield tactics enable them to duck and weave skilfully enough to prevent such an opening from appearing. Whatever concerns he holds about being at a tactical disadvantage appear unfounded, however, for as the two make their attack not even flanking can get them through Serian’s defences.
Legatus: Though far from having the same strength of your musket, what this dagger lacks in firepower it makes up for in the precision with which you throw it. The minion has barely time to turn towards the dagger hurtling towards it before the blade buries itself in its skull.
Andrei: Your reflexes are dead-on as your spell chills and blasts the dragonshield that flanks Serian from behind. Moving out of the cover of the boulder, but still behind the safety of your allies, you conjure a blast of flame to strike at the slinger, but it manages to nimbly leap out of the way with little more than a few singed scales. ((Your movements would have placed you on top of Naito, so I improvised, sorry))
Rynvoor: Your desire to leave a position open for you allies has backfired on you. Skirting along the rocky outcropping puts you on an awkward angle against the relative flatness of the path. Not even the steady grip of your paws can prevent your swing from being thrown off, and your hammer fails to make it even close to the slinger.
Krim:
(take another 2 ongoing fire damage) Though your catcalls and insults could wound even the mightiest of prides, it is the magic behind your words that strikes the dragonshield, bloodying the kobold and adding demoralization to its ever-mounting pile of problems. Turning your attention back to your sizzling clothes, however, you attempt to bat out the flames but they reignite just as you seem to have banished them.
Enemy Movement: The slinger shifts away from Rynvoor and runs towards its fellow by the far boulder before arming its sling and hurling a white pellet towards the Vale. His fur stiffens as the bullet lands mere inches from his paws, sparing them from being stuck in the gooey, viscous fluid that now envelops a small patch of rocks.
Naito: Your aim is true and your dagger deadly, it rip through the minion’s throat thanks to your careful precision.
Serian: Your lust for battle is only matched by the dragonshield’s urge to live. It cowers behind its shield as your sword connects with cold metal instead of soft flesh.