OOC:
Did you count the Hellish rebuke? Just confirming to keep track of spell slots!
Egret staggers back under the force of his opponents' assault, barely managing to block a few deadly blows, blades clashing and specks of rust from the undead's sword flying away at the impact. There is unexpected strength in the skeletons' attacks, considering their lack of muscles; whatever magic - or some force of other nature, - raised them did an impressive job filling their brittle bones with new power. The druid can't help but wonder at it, a little, as he tries to fend off the attackers with a series of quick attacks. It is a marvel, in a way, how these creatures exist - a horrifying marvel, but one nevertheless.
But there is little time to dwell on it. The tiefling can feel pain starting to shake his focus, and it's hard to know how the others fare in the chaos of the battle, adding to his slowly growing distress. He can hear Brindel, at least, which is a reassurance enough, and a fireball exploding nearby proves that Lex is still around... But the situation is far from great for himself, and he fears his friends might be in a similar predicament. Egret grits his teeth, staring at his opponents. A part of him - perhaps the same part that felt claustrophobic in the fort, - calls for him to let his primal instincts take the lead, and a beast growls in his ears for a brief moment. He pushes the urge away for now, but wonders if perhaps it might be a solution if things go wrong... For now, he will stall.
OOC:
Healing myself before I get exhausted.
Can I see how far away - in feet - everyone are from me? (Thinking about using Thunderwave.)
Edit: at least it's better than nothing, I guess?
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