Posts from Rotterdam Forest Spider (Morning) Auto-translated

"Don't lose initiative. There are only two of them, it's not the end of the world. Eyes-throat-armpit. Eyes-throat-armpit."
Rotterdam tensed his frail body, preparing to strike, flee, or shove.
"To die standing, rather than live on your knees? But I doubt I was standing on them. A puddle of mud is my bed."
"Don't do anything stupid, guys. You may have noticed the recent commotion among the military. Right now, this tent is full of them.

“Hard to believe!” the Sylvan creatures smirked. “Listen, if you interfere with my friend, you’ll have to deal with me!” Flame said resolutely. “Even though I can’t fight,” he added quietly, so only Rotterdam heard him, and even then, only by chance.

- I would like, with a touch of nobility, to ask you not to interfere for your own good, Fox, but I doubt anything will happen to you either way," Rotterdam muttered.
- Well? What's next? Did you come to say hello? Now there's a whole gang against one, and I'm not some young punk with broken legs. I'm a married man, which means I'm desperate. Go your own way while you still can; I won't warn you again. Shivanniel, hello.

--We wouldn't mind getting a few bruises for the good of the Haven!
--You wouldn't even be able to give us any bruises, you're not strong enough!

"All or nothing."
- You won't hurt me with your words, - said Rotterdam, putting down the raven, and attacked.

Flame Fox's luck strangely affected the Sylphs: despite their excellent reaction speed, they couldn't dodge the attacks. However, the opponent had an advantage: he was better prepared and armed... It goes without saying that Flame Fox only had his own fists (although it should be noted that he sometimes managed to land a very successful blow to a Sylph's eye with them). They would have all fallen if the Yorg, fighting side by side with the Halfling a little further away, hadn't made an act of self-sacrifice, releasing a surprisingly (even for himself) powerful burst of electricity, instantly killing one of the Sylphs and severely injuring the others. Nevertheless, the Halfling, left alone, couldn't withstand the onslaught of two Sylphs and lost consciousness, taking one of them with him to the land of dreams. The second one, it seems, realized what their problem was, why they couldn't defeat four lightly armed companions even though there were five of them, and attacked Flame Fox, wounding him in the stomach, but Rotterdam managed to finish him off.
Surprisingly, despite his severe wounds, Flame Fox was still conscious, which couldn't be said about the others. Rotterdam was almost alone in the middle of a real mess, and passersby stared at him in horror.

Rotterdam held his trembling, bloodied hands in front of him and seemed to be in a state of shock. With great effort, he pulled himself together and surveyed the surroundings, then immediately leaned over Flame Fox's body. "Are you injured? Are they dead? What? Where? Let me take a look!" Rotterdam couldn't control the flow of his thoughts and tried to examine Flame Fox.

--I don't know if they're dead, maybe we can still help them, -- Flame Fox said with difficulty, then he wiped his wound with a handkerchief, as if it could help. He himself noticed that he was doing something silly and smiled. --You know, if it weren't for that strange Yoru, we probably wouldn't have succeeded. We were lucky, indeed!
381 experience points for all participants in the battle. Rotterdam leveled up.

Intelligence and speed of thought
- DOCTOR! - shouted Rotterdam. Then he applied first aid to Flame Fox, if it works on other participants.

After Flame Fox received a bandage made from rags, he felt a little better. Then, a healer arrived, apparently a traveler who happened to be nearby.
--What's going on here? It's terrible!

- Help him, doctor! - Rotterdam shouted at the physician. - He's dying!

–A... a... and these? – stammered the doctor, looking around. –No, I’ll be fine, – said Flame Fox. – Help those two humans first.

- LOOK, HIS BELLY IS PIERCED, HE HAS AN INFECTION, A FATAL WOUND, DOCTOR, IT'S YOUR DUTY, YOU TOOK AN OATH! They're all right, I'll bandage them with some dirty rags while you take care of what's important," Rotterdam stood up and headed towards his newfound allies. Halfway there, he stopped and returned to the tent, took the raven, and handed it to the doctor. - Here's another injured one. It's a rare, endangered species - a Hearth Raven, there are no more than a hundred of them left in the world. I wanted to give it to my daughter for her tenth birthday, but it... - Rotterdam swallowed and blinked. - It... got into trouble. I... please, doctor, when you're done with the current cases, would you... I would... Excuse me. Sylv swallowed, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, left the raven in the doctor's care, and headed towards the other bodies. "This isn't good, of course, but what else can you do? Hardly anyone would stoop to such a base thing as providing free help to an animal. What is this world coming to? And what just happened?"

The doctor, with trembling hands, began to help Fox, who tried to calm him down as best he could, but after Rotterdam's monologue, it was useless. Nevertheless, there was a practical purpose to it: the doctor managed to stop the bleeding and disinfect the wounds relatively quickly. The halfling saw Rotterdam approaching and shouted to him that his friend urgently needed a doctor.

- The doctor will be here soon; he's going to put my companion's insides back where they belong. Who are you, and how are you connected to these thugs? Why did you bring them here? How did you find us? Who are you working for? How much were you promised for our heads? - Rotterdam was breathing heavily and trembling with anger.