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The unicorn thundered towards him over the spiny growth. Durak thought of continuing the charade with the cloth, but if it could smell blood then it was probably futile.
He dropped the sheet, punching out with his shield, this time he was rewarded with a crunch as the leather covered rim impacted the horn. It probably did more damage to the shield than to the monster, but it bought him space to skitter clear.
Glancing around he saw the spinosaur was down, dead or unconscious. A gaggle of humanoids were heading towards him at a run.
Sharpening their fingers into claws allows Thorn to take a few samples. The briar doesn't like being sampled - a few heavy drops of dryad sap leak from Thorn's re-opened cut and fresher lacerations - but eventually the perseverance of alchemical curiosity wins the day.
Samples of unchanged wood, two points along the change, and the final briar. Thorn doesn't put them safely under bark - they don't want this weird growth under their skin particularly - but winds enough twigs over them to hopefully keep them safe, until they have the time to study properly.
Wading back towards the shore of the patch of thorns, they consider the duel. The bloodied centaur warrior has managed to punch the chunky unicorn in the face with their shield and leap out of the line of its charge. Nearby the feathery lizard which started this whole business is crumpled on the ground.
Concerned that the unicorn may get hurt, Thorn wades faster, and starts to select a few of the ingredients they have tucked away in various places.
((I'd like to use Blasphemalchemy or Life Alchemy to put the rhino to sleep))
Good thing they just stocked up. Valerian and marsh-mallow and a scraping... no, wait, the unicorn is massive... a bigger scraping from the mandrake root. Thorn moves in, trying to stay ahead of the people with their sharp weapons and cold magic, infusing the squeezed fistful of herbs with their own magic: surely there is no bigger soporific than the smell of warm grass.
When their makeshift knockout bomb is as good as it's going to be, Thorn hurls it at the unicorn.
The small bark container tumbles almost lazily through the air over the unicorn's body before catching on its horn, and bursting open, engulfing its head in a cloud of dust. The great grey beast takes one last deliberate step, staggers, then slumps to the floor. A half-orc woman with a net approaches it cautiously and checks it over, turning to her squad leader:
"Rhino's out. What's next?"
The leader takes one look around and makes a decision, shouting first to one of the two she detached earlier
"Malo, get the cat when you're done with that crocodile"
then to the rest of her team.
"After the jackals."
As they run off, she takes a moment to look at Durak, and then Thorn, giving them each a professional nod:
"Good job, you two."
With them gone and the fight over, things are almost quiet here. Sure, in the background there's still screaming, and some human is shouting for help, but right here and now there's a moment of calm.
Thorn, now that you have a moment, it's evident the centaur is a breed you haven't seen before - not really equine in the hindquarters. Also, bleeding a bit.
Durak, you can see a humanoid figure made out of tree. Seems like you might need to extend your existing carnivore/herbivore categorisation, since this person might well be neither.
The unicorn - rhino, was the word the captain used - is out. Thorn takes a moment to be sure it isn't hurt (doesn't seem to be) before cautiously trying a smile on the... centaur? They've never seen an entity like this before. Today is a day of many firsts.
"Hello," they venture. "I'm Thorn. You... seem to be bleeding, I can try to stop that, if you want."
So you try to feed the crocodile some fish and distract it, but the first fish hits it in the eye, and the second one in the nose. The good news is that it's distracted and isn't running for the water! The bad news is that's because it takes a moment to snap at you in irritation!
D8 (strength) -> 6
Oh dear. Give me Agility to see how badly Frances is mauled. I do believe that's only a D4 for you.