1000 1000. Wow Just Wow!

The party turned and backed in to the surf slightly while looking at the large creature rising from the swamplands to glare at them with beady red eyes. Hidden in a tangle of vines small scaly fingers with webbing in between held a rotting pointed stick. A sharp spiky tail waved side to side before the creature retreated back with a his and a grumble. 

"Are lizardmen supposed to be that big?" There was a shiver in Gil's voice as he hoped that this was the end. But as he looked harder he saw there were easily ten or fifteen more of the monsters roaming around on the edge of the swamp lands. 

"Su, that was a good call coming toward the saltwater. They are lizardmen that are used to fresh water. Well, rotting water. The salt must be painful on their skin so they won't even come over here where the ocean spray might get them." This was the simple conclusion for Walker to make while he helped Alice stand straight.