[center][h1]ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔱[/h1][/center]
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With wind knocked out of him as Quentin's armored form slammed backwards into him, wheezes and painful, sharp-taken breaths forced their way out of Renault like a set of bellows that had been struck unceremoniously by a war-hammer. Quickly recovering as adrenaline, once more, coursed through his tired limbs, Renault's eyes seemed to widen in fear at the sight of the brood-mother. A bloated, tumorous creature, gorged on fouled gases, ill-begotten meat, and likely more spawn that would crawl their way out of her in time. 

The wounds inflicted by Tracan had sent the beast into a fury, and though its charge was repelled by the defiance of Quentin's shield, he and Renault were now left face-to-face with the monster. Having kept his blade close-by as soon as Gorosk had recovered from his wounds, Renault swung his sword about in his hand for a few moments. Rather than an ostentatious display of dexterity as many arrogant swordsman were wont to do, Renault was centering his grip, flexing his wrist on what was likely be the mightiest foe they would face.

Now held firmly in his grasp, Renault took a step forward, arcing his sword downward in a cleaving motion. A well-guided hit could severely injure, if not cripple the creature outright. Though Renault had not prayed in years before today, a single thought swept through his mind, one that he heard daily in years past. 

[i]'Erithar, give me strength.'[/i]

[hider=Attack Roll against Brood-Mother Rat][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19607]12[/url][/hider]
[hider=Damage Roll against Brood-Mother Rat (if a hit)][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19608]3[/url][/hider]