The Price of Overconfidence

On seeing the obvious damsel in distress, Mendez rushed to her defence.
Without the Dwarves or Thesis for support, the dashing swashbuckler was forced to rely on his own blade. Still, surely no woodland thugs could stand up to him?
Ouchy!
Ouchy again!
Sweet Ehlonna!
Thank the Gods for the healing hands of his would be rescuee.
Only after Elogyn had been left mortally wounded on a runaway horse and Mendez had lost a hundred and eighteen hit points were the party able to claim victory.

Mendez and Elogyn were a tiny bit cocky and were taught a painful lesson.
Thank goodness for grateful, non skittish, attractive lady Bard Cougars and Druid Monkeys!