So, he tears and slashes at them until both lie on the ground. Having incurred a few more bites, but ignoring them. Too full of adrenaline to care. Illario will likely need medical attention afterwards but so will the rest of them. He’s not stopping yet.
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"I fear I've gained a newfound respect for wolves," he muttered, eyes wide.
Wren begins to chant, not a prayer this time, but a Bardic Performance - an epic poem devoted to the sun and its Keeper of old.
[Inspire Courage: +1 to attack and damage rolls,
+1 on saves vs Fear effects]
The earth-shaking howl seems to echo within the soul. With the Sun's blessing,
"Mattias, get [up!] You're easier prey down there!"
She shoots Illario a fleeting, grateful look,