R3T8: Akif grins inside the helm as the first one falls, then looks to the southeast where he can hear more fighting, even if he can't see. On his long legs he bounds that way closing, but all of the vegetation and his own massive size get in the way of him getting to the monster.

End Round 3, Begin Round 4 ...

R4T18: The Scribe continues his oration, zooms to the east and effortlessly puts his lance into the mass of vegetation for 16 + 2 fire, and then turns north and continues several feet. He is many feet away and stops when the monster finally falls.

R4T16: Sisir, what do you do? Both monsters are down.

Iluvar on deck, Akif in the hole ...