This battle did not get off to a good start. Wrex was still drowsy as all get out, and the crawler was on him before he could even finish his yawn. Thus began a particularly rough tumble that became something of a rude awakening for the young brute wyvern. Normally he was used to those (in the Daggerback Clan, it wasn't unheard of to get ambushed while asleep just for the hell of it, and Brute in particular was fond of wrestling him before he even knew they had something to wrestle over even,
what a dear brother and twin), but Wrex was tiring pretty fast with these constant battles.
...Thankfully, nobody he knew form home was around to see such a pathetic display. Although frankly, finding and destroying so many creatures should have gotten him a medal. He might still write home about it, to be honest. But first, he needed to wake up and deal with this nuisance before it got through his thick hide.
"NO NO NOOOOWWWWWAAAA--" the boil roared as he tried to shake the undying off, flailing and running into buildings as its long limbs tried to cover his face and pull his jaw off.
HP: 48
DMG:CRAWLER: 10
OOC
Name: Daggerback Wrex
Faction: Halloween
Subspecies/Division: Monster - Brute Wyvern
General appearance:
monstrous not t-rex the size of a small minivan along with a tail the size of his body
HP:
30/30 50/50
Damage: 2d12-8 (frying pan)
