Not far off down the hallway, the battle resumes.

Three already have been slain, the first in a quick and silent attack from the shadows.  Not silent enough, however, as it alerted the enemy to our hero's presence.  The next two died with somewhat less flair, all attempt at stealth abandoned in favor of a showing of raw power.

Now the companions of the dead have rallied.  They are afraid, perhaps, but they put too much stock in their superior numbers to back down.  This is not as our hero had hoped...

A thousand tactics from countless battles near the bog roll through his mind like mirrors down a hill, reflecting countless possibilities for the future though all mere distortions of what is before him.

Grimly, he puts those aside and sets his mind to his purpose.

With a wordless battle-cry, he charges bodily forward. The foes steel themselves in the dark shadows of the soft earthen walls, but are fooled. At the last instant, our hero makes a stunning leap over their lines and smashes at one end of their force from behind.  Having underestimated the vertical dimension, they are caught off guard.

A flash of limb here, a tongue like liquid steel here in the dark, and soon the enemy are falling over themselves to scamper off, leaving our hero victorious.

It may be that they will regroup, it may be that they are routed forever.

None of that matters now. All that matters is that the others may be in trouble, and he may be the only one who can save them. As much as it pains him to help lesser folk, and as much as he would rather chase down the surviving cockroaches and finish them off once and for all, Chubbs realizes it is his place to come to the rescue at any cost.

So resolved, the toad hops along the squishy earth toward the main chamber...