((Ooh, two 1s!? Eugh... It almost makes me feel bad for turning on him... almost. >:3))<br/><br/>With his assailant now reeling from his surprise blow, Ureck's lips curled up slightly as he bared his teeth, bringing his blade up just below his venomous gaze. The way the once-haughty predator now eyed him warily, the desperate grip he placed over his wound... no wonder why he had so little respect for those who tried to prey on the innocent. His mind now taken over by his own brand of spite, the collie sensed the Nekojin's stunned state and decided to go for a one-two attack with a quick jab into his gut.<br/><br/>(AoO: 1d20(9) + 4 + 3 = 16; Hit)<br/>(AoO Damage: 1d4(4) - 2 = 2)<br/><br/>Bringing his blade back into a ready position, Ureck knew that it wouldn't be a very serious wound, but presumably it would be enough to keep Cat-Man from being an immediate threat. Still full of his fighting-Irish spirit, the collie shifted his attention to the scuffle breaking out nearby just in time to witness the Gnoll's axe cutting into Sherani's arm. Sherani, who had come to his aid just moments before, now taking such brutal hits on his behalf... it made his blood boil.<span style="font-style: italic">How dare they, the bastards.</span><br/><br/>After a quick once-over of the scene, Ureck decided that the Gnoll was only a heartbeat away from his end and thus set his sights on the coyote girl. He had obviously vanished from her memory long ago, a position that caused a bitter grin to cross Ureck's face. Payback could be SO satisfying...<br/><br/>(Sneak Attack check: 1d20(10) + 4 + 3 = 17; Miss by 1 point)<br/>(Used Action Point to roll again)<br/>(Sneak Attack check: 1d20(11) + 4 + 3 = 18; Hit; LOL 1 point made all the difference XD)<br/>(Damage: 1d4(1) - 2 = -1; rounds up to 1)<br/>(Sneak Attack Damage: 3d6(5, 5, 6) = 16)<br/><br/>With narrowed eyes, the dog dashed across the bar, the tips of his toes propelling him swiftly across the wooden floor. Eclipsed by a rather hunter-like determination of his own, Ureck honed in on the coyote, acting in a shadowed silence that contrasted heavily with her frustrated snarls. Cutting though the chilly air was the blade, glinting in the interior light before the collie, almost like a black-and-white specter, rose behind the seething canine and buried the knife into the center of her back.<br/><br/>((Edit: Oh bah, I forgot the flanking bonus. >< Ah well, I'll sacrifice that 1 action point for making a silly mistake. XD))