<span style="color: brown"><br/>Sashi: 47/89 (53%)* <span style="font-style: italic">hands crushed by flail, bitten, burnt</span><br/>Takal: 27/61 (44%)* <span style="font-style: italic">battered, but looking good</span><br/>Lilandra: 27/70 (44%)* <span style="font-style: italic">javelined, clawed, raked, chomped</span><br/>Grai: 11/54 (20%)** <span style="font-style: italic">swatted, wrecking balled, bitten</span><br/>Geno: 48/75 (64%)* <span style="font-style: italic">clawed x2, burnt</span><br/>Molwer: 34/57 (60%)* <span style="font-style: italic">bit, bleeding, slashed</span><br/><br/>wolftaur: 6/96 (6%)** <span style="font-style: italic">15 nonlethal, unconcious</span><br/>weretiger: <span style="font-style: italic">dead</span><br/>efreet:	43/109 (39%)*<br/>hyenafolk: 36/45 (80%)<br/>weaselfolk: 27/39 (69%)<br/>wolverinefolk: 11/75 (28%)**</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>The wind immediately disperses the smoke, leaving nothing on the roof but a melted patch.<br/><br/>Sashi and Takal's ears pick up the sound of barking laughter coming from the building next to the Cheddar Cellar. As they approach it, they are met by two poleaxe wielding mice who have their weapons braced with points at the building's roof.<br/><br/><br/>Three mice move to Grai's side and begin dressing his wounds.<br/><br/><br/>Pip climbs out of the trench, but hesitates to come closer. "I was fighting...I had a bow." The young mouse's empty paws are now crammed into the pockets of his threadbare outfit for warmth. He shivers from the wind, and from the way the firelight flickers off of Geno's fangs as he speaks. The memory keeps coming back to him--<span style="font-style: italic">they are running, and the dire bear is pounding a few steps behind them. It has already devoured his older brother, and he's for dessert. The shaking ground keeps slipping from beneath his feet, the beast's huffing breaths are growing louder</span>--somehow he was lucky enough to survive, and his brother was miraculously rescued from the bear's gut. But now he was standing mere feet from another, equally voracious predator. The dragonfolk had a friendly voice...but Pip is unable to quell his fear.<br/><br/>"You just..." he begins, but has trouble saying the rest of the sentence. "That guy...he's..." His stares at the dragonfolk's distended stomach, from which muffled sloshing and gurgling noises can be heard. "Are you going to let him out?"<br/><br/><span style="color: red"><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Round 6&gt;&gt;</span></span><br/><br/>The weaselfolk does not see the lizardfolk as a friend, but agrees with him.  "Alright, the plan is we find a few that are isolated, ambush them quickly, stuff them in sacks--" he tosses Mowler a sack from his belt. "--and then retreat to eat where it's quiet."<br/><br/>He glares at Mowler. "All you gotta do is get behind them so they don't run off, got it?"<br/><br/>The hyenafolk crawls to the edge of the roof, then suddenly snaps back and motions for the others to get back as well. "Shit, there's nothing happening down there. Are we early?"<br/><br/>Those in the courtyard catch a brief glimpse of a scruffy mammal's head, which immediately dissapears.