Hark crashed into the first group of troglodytes, his roar stunning them and his giant sword drawing its path with black blood, he hated all those weak so called "fighters" that relied on some tricks and mechanics of the system to win, brute force and then more of it was the only way to victory.
Picking up the last Trog by its head he threw it at the shamans starting to play their ritual, the hammer wielding girl charged right behind him and shattered the small barrier to splinters letting him charge again at the new group.
His sword splitting one Shaman in half from shoulder to hip he kicked a Morghal in the face, Harkle hated the mollusc mounts of the underdark, he tried to tame one of them once but it kept slithering away, the world was blurring as the soft creature didnt give enough resistance harkle slipped and fell on his bum, throwing his sword in his flailing to regain balance.
Hammer girl ran past him, destroying the other Shaman and another Morg, mages started barraging the remaining Trogs with their cantrips and soon the room was cleared.
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"Ehem", Harkle coughed before the hammer girl, "thanks for the save there", he blushed and turned away, walking towards the exit from the Trog hamlet.
He heard her say "welcome" but ignored it, girls complicated things and in raids like this you wanted everything to be simple, they should stick to their healing and magic flinging rolls on the back rows, not charging up front and distracting real warriors from doing their jobs.
The next cave was just a short hallway leading to what appeared as an underway typical passage, the stone walls almost straight but allways bent in a way that could hide vicious monsters, stalactites and other rock formations breaking the view to only a dozen steps even if you knew the way was clear.
"Hold it big guy", the ranger said, "let us scout ahead before you stumble onto something".
Harkle stopped where he stood, locking his character in a still pose so he could scan his statistics from the previous battle, seeing it wasn't his best performance and the hammer girl stole two kills after he already hit the creatures only strengthened his belief that she should stay back with the others and let him do the heavy lifting.
Switchin his helmet to [Greater Horned Helm Of Bull Charge] and put on a pair [Elven Boots Of Balance] so he wont slip again so easily from the squishy Morgs he ran a final check on his statistics before moving forward again.