Playing the Dead Man's Hand

With the lich down and out, I took off north where Yathue was prodding me to go. My business with the lich wasn't done. I just knew it. The fact he came back after the first time he died meant he has a jar or something hidden away. Since he was a plant... maybe a seed? Potted begonia? Whatever it was, we need to set it on fire. But first, rescue the locals who are still caught between a rock and a meat grinder.
 
There was a group up there. A whole lot of ugly and a few new friends. Found Bull Hester first, battered and beat up. Worst I saw was a shoulder wound. I quickly bandaged that up and asked where Gore, his wife, was. He motioned north. I asked what else was around since the fog had not quite cleared. Bull mentioned the hell hands being nearby. Not good news since I knew there was at least one hell cow nearby. Worse? The hell hand heard us talking.
 
But by Ika's toes, that was when Miro, Jessie and Wrong Way showed up. Especially Jessie, at least I thought it was Jessie, was in a woolly rhino form. He slammed into the Hell hand, man by the name of Bowser I think, but something made him back off fast. At the time, I hoped it would be enough to whittle down the Hell hand into something I could handle. I didn't want to kill the man since he was demon possessed.
 
I ran in to knock down the Hell hand but some sort of aura slammed into me. Nothing made sense, I couldn't think. Before I knew it, I was running the other direction in a panic.
 
By the time I recovered, my head felt like it was splitting open. Yathue had done something, not sure what, but it helped me get my head clear. I owed her for that. That stench of peppers was still in my nose. Hell hand scent. Nasty, smelly scent. I held my head a moment. Then I heard Bull Hester yell out. That was the last straw.
 
I was mad.
 
Seeing red mad. I'd been punched, head-butted, stabbed, shot at and missed, and shat at and hit.
 
Jumping to my feet, I charged across the field right at that hell hand. On the way I saw Miro had his storm armor up. So I barreled right into that hell hand. Bull rushing him up and down into Miro. I knew Miro's spell would protect him and better... should burn the britches off that hell hand. Turns out, it did.
 
That didn't help my anger. Not one bit. But. It was a damn good start.
 
Hauling that horned hell hand up by the britches and his collar, I brandished him like a battering ram and roared at the hell cow. Roaring out every bit of my anger. I think that even the demon posessing the cow might have peed a little.
 
Miro too it from there, charging the hell cow and unloading with a massive shocking grasp spell. Lit that cow up like a dry birthday candle. Jessie charged in right after. Between the two of them, the hell cow dropped unconscious. So I turned my attention elsewhere. Another hell cow in this nightmare herd was a good 30 feet from me and threatening Gore Hester, Princess, and Chica. The trio were pretty banged up but were trying to hold off the hell cow. That was ok. The pain train was coming to help.
 
I took off and charged at the hell cow, smashing into her and using the hell hand like a battering ram. Neither that cow or the hell hand felt good at all when I was done. But they weren't out.
 
That's ok. I'd had enough. Time to clean this mess up once and for all.