In Which Klaos Blackadder Should Shut Up

"Do something!" Pai screamed over her shoulder.
Had she bothered to look, she would find that Klaos had long since expired, his voice drowned out by the whizzing of arrows and fireballs and Deus-quid-scit.

Klaos waited.

Eventually, a white light appeared. Klaos swam towards it, then felt himself spit out of the water, landing on –

"Tiens, vous etes mouris encore?"
"Shut up. And stop speaking languages."
"Sed si claudebo meum os, non possum dicere lingos – cur dixis hunc?"
"Klaos! And what were you doing to help! You're an assassin! So far you've tried tanking and using necromancer skills! Use your head for once!"
"What? Head-butt them? I mean, ... ."
"Permission to speak granted," offered Panuku warily.
"Yes, sah!" Klaos Blackadder stood to attention and saluted Panuku, to much laughter from all but the sergeant major himself.
"Well, sah –"
"Get on with it," growled the irritable assassin.
"Erm, well y'see when I'm under pressure, I, erm, kind of, well, forget, erm, and, erm, well, it's like this, um, I uh..." Klaos looked around at the assembled raised eyebrows. "Well, I just use neccy skills, 'cosh that's what I do under pressure, um..."
"Apart from speak in languages," interjected Pai.
"Wait!" Screeched the unfortunate adventurer as the others began to wander once more towards the beach, "I think I have, um, an idea. Uh..." His voice trailed off again as the others turned back to him.
"Do go on," drawled Vhang, "You know we love to hear your brilliant plans for mass extinction."
"Well," began Klaos, feverishly working himself after having gotten past the trying first comment, "I'm already feeling kinda weakened, scis, after having died so much, so, I mean, if we're all too weak to fight and kill them like that, why don't we just, erm, tank them to death?"

There was a moment's silence as the stunned party members digested this new plan for, well, mass extinction.

Vhang was the first to speak, "Brilliant! You know, young fellow, I think you've really hit on something there! Wonderful idea! You just run along now and do a test run for us and we'll wait right here where we can't be got at and wait for you to tell us how it works out, hm?"
Panuku's even more venomous tongue lashed out at the hapless youth, "And what have I taught you all these years? You're an assassin dammit! What does that tell you, eh?"
"Well sir," began Klaos, his head bobbing as it did when speaking words that could later end him in a lot of blood and bits of bone if he wasn't careful, "You've taught me how to: cheat, swindle, trick, defraud, dupe, con, bamboozle," He emphasized the last syllable to much sniggering, "lie, fib, perjure,", again to a chorus of giggling "steal, pinch, pilfer, rob, thieve, pocket, purrrrrloin," rolling his 'r's for effect, "sneak, slip, steal, skulk, creep, slither, scramble," his voice flew upward on the last one, reaching somewhere near a high C sharp before ending back in his normal register, "erm, slay, kill, murder, eliminate, snuff out", wrinkling up his nose, "oh, and retreat, recoil, withdraw, give ground, leave, flee" again whizzing up (to a high D sharp this time). "Erm, that's all I can remember, sir."

By now the party was in tears rolling about on the ground, all except for Panuku, whose face was red enough to fry an egg on - if you wanted to get that close.

Klaos made a hasty exit back towards the beach, figuring that not even the his brother Miki would want to get that close to Panuku and seeing as he was related to everyone in some way shape or form except for the few that cleaned out the latrines, they might as well protect him from harm.
As Klaos ran down the hillside, the rest of the party, watching their chances of reprieve scramble away, quickly sobered up and were left facing a very angry Panuku who, at any moment, might decide to snuff them out instead of his former pupil.

It isn't finished. In case you didn't notice. It's called a "cliffhanger"; you'll learn what they are in English class some day. Lurbe.