Menace Under Otari

Dante's eyes widen as he sees the rat dart towards him, teeth bared and eyes wild, sinking its teeth into Dante's flesh. The sharp pain jolts through his body, and he instinctively recoils, but Wugruk is quick to react, swinging his axe to fend off the attack. Seeing the dwarf’s action, Dante raises his magical shield, and it shimmers into existence, as the rat lunges forward once again, biting down hard on the shield, the force of the bite causes the shield to shatter like glass, dissipating into the air. Dante hisses, "Damn rats." He raises his palm, and a small flame ignites, casting flickering light around the dark room as he strikes at the rat.

Dante's hand slides down to his belt, his fingers deftly tracing the smooth handle of his dagger. He flicks the blade out with a quick motion, and stares the rat down.

With years of steadied practice, Errich aims his bow and fires again, mimicking Dante's feelings under gritted teeth, "Damn rats."

Wugruk looked back at Errich, "Your skill with a bow is evident and impressive" he then looked to his own wounds. "I will need a few minutes to heal from my injuries, unless one of you has something that could assist as well?" Wugruk hung his shield and axe in there appropriate place on his back and side and then pressed his hand against the wound on his arm and began to pray.

"Might as well takes a rest." Dante lets out a heavy sigh as he kicks the lifeless rodent away with a look of utter disdain on his face. He runs his fingers through his luscious hair, trying to shake off the memory of the rat's filthy fur touching his skin. He takes a moment to inspect the bite on his leg, a scowl forming on his lips at the sight of the red mark left behind by the rodent's teeth. "Nasty rat." He murmurs.

Wugruk just now noticed the bite on Dante's leg. "I'll heal you next, I didn't know you were injured"

Nodding at Wugruk, "Thank you for the kind words. I have some experience with treating wounds if you need it.". Looking at Dante, "Same with you Dante. Best to assume these things were diseased."

He sheates his rapier and knocks another arrow in the bow.

Dante scrunches his nose at Errich's warning, "Great. The last thing I need is to catch some disease from these filthy rodents."

He accepts Wugruk's healing, watching the dwarf's work with interest. "I really should look into healing myself." As Wugruk's hand glows with a faint, warm light, Dante lets out a soft exhale and says, "Wugruk, had anyone ever told you that your hands are much gentler than they look?"

Wogruk looked a bit distressed, or even angry at Dante's expression, "No." but then his face softened, "...but Angradd provides for those who do battle in his honor. Your magic was also quite impressive." After he was finished laying on hands he readied his axe and shield once more. "We should keep moving, we've stayed here long enough"

"I can't match the healing powers of your deity Wugruk, but it'll be available if you or Dante need it."