s**t. Horace watched as both Ever and Melvin missed, swings going wide. It was becoming obvious that as a team they were at the end of their collective ropes. Ever was a little less exhausted than the two of them - the heal had done it's work. Melvin, though... Horace moved so that he was mostly between the rat thing and the other hunter. This mission was different from the one before, not better, maybe a little worse, but different. Horace exhaled slowly, feeling all the stings and bites from the rats flare angrily.
Hastily, he flung himself out there. Even if Ever was still good to go, he couldn't let the hunter do everything. His fist slammed into the mouth of a large rat, teeth cutting already raw knuckles. He grabbed another rat bodily, stepping on its tail and then
pulling. It ripped free with a wet squelch and shrieked writhing bodily until he slammed it against the wall. Abruptly, he realized there was no more squeaking. It was dead. Horace winced and wiped rat goop on his shorts.
"Well." Gingerly, he picked up a piece of dead rat. He breathed heavily, feeling just a bit dizzy despite his intact shield.
"Time to grab some samples, I guess." HP: 8/40
DMG: 7
CHG: 3/3
Boss HP: 0