(Hound harassing Zarris)
The Hound’s legs abruptly collapse from beneath it, causing it to drop like a stone onto its belly as it released the Preys leg, the sword swept over it and the Daemonic Hound lunged the Preys midriff, fangs ready to tear.
(Hound after Celebrin)
The Flesh Hound growled, the taste of blood goading it into further rage, it stated after the Prey, stalking forward, no Prey was ever wounded to badly after a bite, and the Hound was a little wary, but as its barbed tongue licked the blood from its jaws it dismissed any thoughts of a trap and loped forwards, eager to sink its fangs into flesh.
(Drak’Shal)
The Bloodthirster roared with the joy of spilling blood, he saw what the foe was attempting and slashed at the tentacles with his fiery sword, the hatred that burned eternally in his chest flaring.
Trapping was cowardly and those who did it deserved agonizing death, he felt on hook deeply into his shoulder and he snarled, jerking at the sudden bond, which sliced a good chunk of meat in his shoulder, it was merely one and it would not slow him down.
He began chanting the Litanies of Hate, the blood that slowly seeped from the wounds in his shoulder and side seethed and began to flow at a faster rate, the blood that came from the shoulder began to coagulate around the barbed tentacle, and the ichor from the side-wound, defying the laws of physics, flowed upwards, and began to flow over the tentacle, hissing and bubbling as the corrosive substance began to dissolve the energy of the tentacle.
Leaving the Blood to do its work he struck a downwards blow with his axe at the foe, still chanting.