ZhuGuan suffocates under the poisonous gas, unable to draw air and badly wounded he falls to his knees. "Vicky..." he coughs before collapsing, never able to finish whatever he would've said.
"ZhuGuan!" Vicky shouts through the daze. "Don't die!" she cries out, not even trying to hide the fact that she's absolutely hysterical. She can't even feel any pain through the adrenaline rushing through her head. Like a movie in slow motion, she watches her hands try to pull up ZhuGuan, preventing him from falling lifelessly to the ground.
Vicky takes the magic shield from where it was stored, and uses the magic contained inside to heal Guan's body. ZhuGuan convulses as a wave of wracking coughs attempt to clear the poison from his lungs. Flecks of blood, spewed as he coughs, show the poison's damage are still there even with the magic from Vicky's shield. "What..." The half-elf, not fully conscious, seems confused to find himself being held by Vicky. Another wave of coughs interrupt him as he tries to regain his bearings. Vicky drops the shield into the marsh-like ground as she does her best to the hurt half-elf. Looking up at her, Guan can see that Vicky is on her last leg, but instead of helping herself, she used her magic item to help save his life.
Feeling the pain surging thru his body, John begins to laugh as he feels his life drain from him. Feeling confused John wraps his cloak around him as he feels the pain giving way. Luckily for him, Vicky had given the healing cloak to him earlier. He was close to death, but this magical cloth may have just saved his life. Of course, the Greenscale standing at the other end of the room may still have some powerful attacks to throw.
Turag looks at the scene and decides that this group of adventurers, like the orcs he came with, are lost. He looks down at the near-dead Jared laying at his feet. The halfling could prove useful to him later... especially since he can magically produce food - a resource this dungeon is lacking. With that thought, Turag puts away his weapon and scoops Jared and his everburning torch up. He then rushes out the door with the halfling.
"Turag's running! And he took Jared with him!" Allyria alerts the others who may not have seen.
The drow sorceress does what she can to catch her breath. Like the others, that attack took a great deal of vitality away from her. Then she reaches deep into herself, past the haze in her mind caused by the mystic's attack. She then summons up a chaos bolt and launches it towards the lizard-man. The chaos magic zips past the mystic and slams into the wall harmlessly. The Greenscale sneers at the sorceress as she misses.
The hunter laying near Guan is revived. He grabs his weapon and stands up. For a second he thinks about using his spear against the near-dead Vicky, and/or the bound up Guan lying on the ground in her arms. He then looks up and sees Allyria and John. They are the biggest threats at the moment. He moves around the two downed heroes, and begins making his way towards the other two.
The Marsh Mystic takes up an offensive stance as he stalks forward. Unlike the other lizard-man, he isn't above attacking an injured, or trapped opponent. He looks at his choices and decides to kill Guan as he lays wrapped up in the magic he summoned earlier. No point in giving the half-elf a chance to escape as the others have. He rams the tip of his spear through Guan's chest with
deadly force. The tip comes out the back and nearly pierces Vicky as well. The Greenscale then begins to chant a rhythmic dirge about an evil god granting it the power it needs to destroy the heroes. the hunter also begins chanting along with him.
Moments later, the heroes think they see a faint flicker of purple light around the two lizard-men.
ZhuGuan's not dead! Her heart almost skips a beat when she gets some reaction from him. Then it skips another two when she sees him heavily impaled and almost dead again. "No!" she cries out. She is so full of adrenaline that the world seems to move in slow motion. For some reason, it feels like she hears someone else screaming, not herself.
She quickly quaffs a healing potion and sends out a shadowy assault at the cause of the half-elf's agony. Most of it fails to hit him, but some of the missing essence finds its way to the hunter, sending him down again. Despite her almost berserker-state, she somehow manages to stop herself from killing him, merely leaving him unconscious. She then makes her way around the Mystic, readying herself for another assault at him.