Looking around, he recategorizes the threats; Henriette was having all she could handle between Thygor and the grease spell, the mage was still bound; Lucan was a threat, but he saw a scaled form rushing towards him that he could leave him to. The important thing was to get that caster out of the fight and unable to cast effectively while he still could, to avoid any further Nasty Surprises coming from her. Giving a gentlemanly nod to Lucan, he says, "Sorry. Tactics. You understand how it is-" before pushing off on one heel and rushing for Aniel. "Dear! I was so enthralled, I just had to come to you! Can your teeth reach me when you're all entangled like that? No? A shame-" and just that fast, he thrusts his rapier straight ahead, past the arcane shimmering of armor around her and between two strands of webbing, goring the draconic woman above her waist almost through and through with a meaty, slithering noise. "You know how it is too, don't you? One mustn't leave the mages to interfere with the warriors, or the warriors lose every time. I do hope you survive. Perhaps you should surrender now, before the rest of my reinforcements come up and this gets out of hand? It's the choice your Dart made, once he saw our strength..."<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260729">Power Attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">14</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260732">Power Attack Damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>]]