Your aim is awry and the Arrow arcs over the druid’s shoulder to disappear among the trees beyond. Instantly he spins to face you and screams at his Vazhag to finish you for good.
With a foul, snickering cry the Vazhag race to do their master’s bidding. In a frenzy they leap upon you, hacking and stabbing with their rusty blades.
Vazhag pack: COMBAT SKILL 34 ENDURANCE 44
If you win this combat, turn to 303.