Where the monster hits, it stings-- but Bahorel's riding the high of a fight now, and enjoying himself too much to care about a few bruises and thumps.

The bugs are a bit more of a problem; when they fall, they skitter around underfoot (and get squished with the occasional triumphant shout), making the ground less certain. How many of the things are there, anyway?

The next kick he connects with, he looks sharply to see exactly how the bugs are getting out, and just how quickly and tightly the seams seal up again.