Lorelei, having learned her lesson, maneuvers to attack the remaining zombie with her blast. She had no desire to get any closer than she had to be, she was bleeding enough for one day. Her blast strikes the zombie, which seems to be in the best condition of any of the zombies they have yet encountered... until it gets a faceful of fire.
Yemam tries to puncture the maggot in front of him (#2). "Locke...did I mention I hate maggots." His blade slides easily into the soft, wriggly flesh and an unearthly wail emanates from the mouth. But it does not slack off its attack. It misses.
It's partner does not. [-4] Yemam feels his leg stiffen as some strange magic in the things saliva moves into his blood. (Fort save, DC 14. Failure means you are completely paralyzed. If you fail, you can take a new save every round against an ever decreasing DC (by -1 each round) to get some measure of control back.)
Ioan sees Adam's plight, and steps up behind him invoking Lesser Restoration.
Adam grunts a gesture of thanks to Ioan for the blessing. His blood is no longer burning, but his skin begins to tingle and burn. Then when he thought he could stand it no more the pain disappeared, and all his hair stood on end. If it wasn't for his helmet Adam was pretty sure his hair would look like the quills of a porcupine. It was a queer and unhealthy feeling, but other than the hair was fairly sure the poison had run its course.
Adam turned his attention to the zombie in front of him. Gripping his great sword he swung at the walking abomination. He felt a small sense of relief as the blade bit flesh. He could still fight - well.
Hassid spins into a new position quickly bringing his blade to bare with the foul creature facing Adam. The first swing of the sword misses, but the second buries itself deep into the torso of the zombie. The creature topples, almost pulling the blade out of his hands. At the last second, with a wet tearing sound, the sword comes free and Hassid is prepared to face new foes.
Marius moves to G3 to better align his shot and yells out to Yemam, "Duck," and lets his arrow fly, "Walking Dead. Flying leather face. Now Maggots. Don't you know you're dealing with Marius. Might as well pack and go home ... they never learn." The arrow sinks up to the fletching into the same maggot that Yemam had already hit. It writhes in obvious pain. But it is almost impossible to tell if it is really, truly hurt or just bothered.
