Zouhlnor lets his bloodlust get the best of him, with a roar at the nearest bugbear his muscles explode with newfound strength. He arcs his axe forward.

 With an unmistakable grin Zhoulnor turns his head to his brother, "Look brother," he indicates with a nod toward the bugbears, "fodder."

 Zouhlnor eyes the bickering females as his brother teases him, his eyes never leave them. He lets out a sigh after a small while and dips his head, "I wish it was that simple brother, i really do. As it is with all things when it comes to us elves, the situation is far more complicated. Let us just say that the leash has not been undone, it was the collar."

 Zouhlnor takes a place at the back of the party instead of at its front. He looks back constantly at where the gresome eye-tenticled beast would come from. "I've read a hundered times about those things, seen countless art works and sculptures...but i have never, ever seen one alive..." Zouhlnor says aloud but not very loud.

The previous conversation sets in to his head, "Greetings Mistress Malifice." Zouhlnor says, his voice regaining its strength, "I am Zouhlnor Entamanier."  

 With the acid failing in it's purpose, Zouhlnor lets his inner wrath consume him. His muscles ripple, knuckles whiten around the handle of fourth fury and he swings at the laughing bulbous beast.

 Inside his darkness globe Zouhlnor calms his breathing and concentrates. Psychic energy washes over him granting him life unknown to him.

In this round i'm augmenting 'Vigor' with 3 additional points giving me 20 temporary HP..  

 Zouhlnor bares his teeth in frustration and rage fuels his muscles. he punches out at her with his bare fists.

 Zouhlnor up front indeed!