Things weren't looking to be in favor of the small corruk, he already had quite the number of scratch marks on his body from the earlier tussle with the cat-taur, and he couldn't even hit a target that was larger than he was to boot!  Tzuru may have been a great hunter back where he came from, but he was clearly -not- enjoying being the one on the <i>hunted</i> end of things.  His anger got the best of him, the corruk beginning to stomp around in between the tangled mess of limbs and looking for a good opening to strike once more, but soon enough he was pushed aside as casually as one would remove a stray twig from their fur.  If that wasn't bad enough, he was pushed out into the open once more, only this time a certain cat-tuar was waiting for him.<br/><br/>Stumbling forwards from the impact he reached one paw behind him, feeling over the fresh wounds that those claws had created.  It was the last straw, attacking him from behind, he looked at the pendant strung once more around his neck...and then made his move.  This wasn't a fight against monsters, it was against smart, thinking creatures.  It was a realization that he should have made a long time ago in his tactics, but now, it was his turn to leave a few marks.  He turned around to Tesu and bent over, sticking out his rear end and effectively mooning the tuar before ducking into the legs of the combatants around him, weaving in and out in order to get lost in the confusion.<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Tumble (DC 15) (1d20 + 19): 5 + 19 = 24<br/>Tumble (DC 17) (1d20 + 19): 15 + 19 = 34</div></div></div><br/><br/>With a glance above him, the lithe corruk decided he had to help the racoon out first, somewhat because he was actually on their side, but mostly since Tzuru wanted someone else to take hits for him.  His target in sight, he slipped behind the occupied lizardgirl with a hunter's gleam in his eye, spotting a vulnerable point on his prey.  With a quick lunge forwards, the small fur barreled into Qulan from behind, the point of his <i>borrowed</i> dagger aimed right for the underside of her tail, at the base.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Melee (Dagger) (1d20 + 4): 11 + 4 = 15<br/>Dagger damage (1d4 + 4): 3 + 4 = 7<br/>Improved Skirmish (4d6 + 2): 2, 5, 1, 1 + 2 = 11<br/>Qulan takes 18 points of damage!<br/>(Made a mistake in the e-mailed roll, forgot about the -2 for larger than normal weapons, so its a 15 instead of a 17, though it still hits)</div></div></div><br/><br/>Striking home, the corruk put as much weight as his light body could into the attack, pleased to hear the satisfactory sound of metal sliding into flesh, he was normally much further away when it happened so he had forgotten how it had sounded...it was like music was in the air now.  Not what those surface things would call music, but <i><b>corruk</b></i> music.  War drums, pan flutes, cries to the ancestors.  It was making his blood boil, sending him into an almost berserk rage, the small creature was now bouncing from foot to foot, whooping and chittering in some odd language and waving around his now blood-coated dagger.