The others were doing fairly well fending off the troop of lizardmen—because what else would I call them—thanks to a combination of Brunhilde's wind magic and Morph's sturdy shield, which, if I recalled, had been enhanced by Liara's custom rune. Dess, with her spear, and Lohgan, with his daggers, cut down the lizardmen that Brunhilde and Morph managed to tie up, with Delphine's red-feathered bolts finishing off the ones that they didn't get.
However, for every lizardman they defeated, two more appeared to take their place like a certain many-headed serpent I'd once heard about from Divah that she'd faced on an adventure in the dark elf realm of Svartálfheim. Thankfully, these lizardmen were no hydra, and, with me and Liara finally joining the fray—both of us quite eager to offload some of our anger onto our enemies—we collectively beat almost two dozen low-level lizardmen and gave ourselves some room to breathe and think and plan.
