With all the chaos and<span style="font-style: italic">fire</span>tossed about so freely in the opening moments of the fight, Nako found himself grateful for resisting the urge to charge in immediately. Now, however, he'd hoped the combatants would be less free about tossing about such destructive force. The gnoll darts in, long, powerful strides carrying him past the carnage with ease. Most of the blackscales were down, or at the least, seemed to be on the losing side of their fights with his compatriots. Which left the massive, imposing form of the dracotaur looming, as of yet unengaged.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Alright, I like a challenge,</span>Nako thinks, taking to brace himself as he wills a thin, invisible field of force into existence around himself, the eldritch panoply offering him a modicum of protection. Looking over the dracotaur's girth, though, he knew it might not do much to save him if he wasn't careful.<br/><br/>"Hey, lardass! Let's dance!" he shouts, stepping into striking range and ducking low as he takes two rapid jabs at the dracotaur's humanoid torso, testing his defenses..<br/><br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/135900">Flurry of Blows Attack Roll:</a>2#1d20+6: 2 #<span style="font-weight: bold">10</span>[1d20=4]<span style="font-weight: bold"> 9</span>[1d20=3],<span style="font-style: italic">good start</span>, this is going to end well.<img alt="^^;" src="./images/smilies/sweatdrop.gif" title="Sweat drop"/>]<br/><br/>.. and striking nothing but empty air, overstepping with his footwork, his balance still off from the blow to the head, and ends up stumbling forward as he swings. "Uh.."