It was definitely Ogre in nature, yet its face protruded outward into a reptilian snout. Sharp pointed teeth lined the maw of the beast in uneven patterns. It also had a small horn like protrusion sticking out each side of its head that curved forward. The horns had developed behind its ears, and had pressed the ear lobes forward as they grew, potentially limiting the things hearing.
Located directly across from the creature, yet safely concealed by the shadows and his cloak, Nim watched Ashur and the creature slink up to the same corner. They arrived at the corner at about the same time, and both stuck their heads around the corner to have a look around. It took all of Nim's self control to not burst out laughing at the scene. He watched Ashur's face as he recognized that he was looking at the creatures belly, and slowly brought his gaze upward to see the creatures face. Meanwhile big, ugly, and apparently none too bright was still looking down the hall. Nim slipped off to the left to get behind the creature before it realized that deaths messengers had come a calling.
Meanwhile
Knowing the drill, Ashur slipped up to the corner where the thing had turned only minutes before. Carefully and with a practiced ease he slid his gaze around the corner. He had not been expecting a giant scaly belly to be six inches away from his face and if it hadn't been for his experience and training, he surely would have cried out. Instead, he slid his gaze upward to see the outline of a disfigured humanoid face peering around the corner above him. The four foot difference in height was working to his advantage at the moment. If it hadn't been for his close proximity to the creature he probably wouldn't have been able to see it; Unlike Nim, Ashur couldn't see more than a couple feet around him in this low light.
Silently congratulating himself for already having his axe at the ready Ashur squatted as low to the ground as he could in order to gain as much momentum on his swing as he could. After what seemed like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than ten heart beats, the creature finally looked down. In a blur of motion Ashur sent the steel of his blade swinging for the creature's neck. The creature pulled back in surprise and hit its head on the ceiling. Ashur's swing ended up hitting the shoulder of the massive beast, and deflected off of it's collar bone. Still, the creature took a mighty blow from the axe and the upper portion of its left shoulder was hanging from his back by his skin-scales.
Backing up to get some room on his foe the Ogre-Dragon wasn't expecting anything to attack from behind. Nim stabbed hard with one of his daggers cutting deep and nearly severing one of the beast's wings. The Creature was now howling in excruciating pain.
Great, this is where it gets fun, nothing better than a half crazed Ogre-Dragon hybrid that's backed into a corner fighting for it's life. Nim's mind set into motion thinking of all the things the creature could do. You gonna run or you gonna fight, my large mouse? His question was answered a second later when the beast went into a frenzy of motion swinging its arms in every direction striking out blindly at those who had hurt it.
Staying out of the creatures reach and yet within sight was difficult, but Ashur dared not move any closer while the thing's arms were flailing. Great, Nim drags me into yet another situation where I can't see a damn thing in front of my face. If it weren't for the creature being so damn big, and flailing around so damn much, I probably wouldn't even be able to see it. Yet again I'm the only one who can't see a damn thing. Thinking about how Nim was behind the creature he amended his thoughts and decided that he wasn't the only one with a disadvantage. Sure, you can see me, but who was it that poked ya' in your backside? With that thought he broke into a big guffaw and raced toward the flailing beast into what he considered his favorite kind of fight, the
Located directly across from the creature, yet safely concealed by the shadows and his cloak, Nim watched Ashur and the creature slink up to the same corner. They arrived at the corner at about the same time, and both stuck their heads around the corner to have a look around. It took all of Nim's self control to not burst out laughing at the scene. He watched Ashur's face as he recognized that he was looking at the creatures belly, and slowly brought his gaze upward to see the creatures face. Meanwhile big, ugly, and apparently none too bright was still looking down the hall. Nim slipped off to the left to get behind the creature before it realized that deaths messengers had come a calling.
Meanwhile
Knowing the drill, Ashur slipped up to the corner where the thing had turned only minutes before. Carefully and with a practiced ease he slid his gaze around the corner. He had not been expecting a giant scaly belly to be six inches away from his face and if it hadn't been for his experience and training, he surely would have cried out. Instead, he slid his gaze upward to see the outline of a disfigured humanoid face peering around the corner above him. The four foot difference in height was working to his advantage at the moment. If it hadn't been for his close proximity to the creature he probably wouldn't have been able to see it; Unlike Nim, Ashur couldn't see more than a couple feet around him in this low light.
Silently congratulating himself for already having his axe at the ready Ashur squatted as low to the ground as he could in order to gain as much momentum on his swing as he could. After what seemed like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than ten heart beats, the creature finally looked down. In a blur of motion Ashur sent the steel of his blade swinging for the creature's neck. The creature pulled back in surprise and hit its head on the ceiling. Ashur's swing ended up hitting the shoulder of the massive beast, and deflected off of it's collar bone. Still, the creature took a mighty blow from the axe and the upper portion of its left shoulder was hanging from his back by his skin-scales.
Backing up to get some room on his foe the Ogre-Dragon wasn't expecting anything to attack from behind. Nim stabbed hard with one of his daggers cutting deep and nearly severing one of the beast's wings. The Creature was now howling in excruciating pain.
Great, this is where it gets fun, nothing better than a half crazed Ogre-Dragon hybrid that's backed into a corner fighting for it's life. Nim's mind set into motion thinking of all the things the creature could do. You gonna run or you gonna fight, my large mouse? His question was answered a second later when the beast went into a frenzy of motion swinging its arms in every direction striking out blindly at those who had hurt it.
Staying out of the creatures reach and yet within sight was difficult, but Ashur dared not move any closer while the thing's arms were flailing. Great, Nim drags me into yet another situation where I can't see a damn thing in front of my face. If it weren't for the creature being so damn big, and flailing around so damn much, I probably wouldn't even be able to see it. Yet again I'm the only one who can't see a damn thing. Thinking about how Nim was behind the creature he amended his thoughts and decided that he wasn't the only one with a disadvantage. Sure, you can see me, but who was it that poked ya' in your backside? With that thought he broke into a big guffaw and raced toward the flailing beast into what he considered his favorite kind of fight, the
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