Geno looks down at the armored Hobgoblin H and his little morningstar before letting a wicked grin cross his face.<br/><br/>[Claw: 1d20(16) + 15 - 1 = 30; Damage: 1d4(2) + 10 =<span style="font-weight: bold">12 damage</span>]<br/>[Claw: 1d20(9) + 15 - 1 = 23; Damage: 1d4(4) + 10 =<span style="font-weight: bold">14 damage</span>]<br/>[Bite: 1d20(15) + 10 - 1 = 24; Damage: 1d6(5) + 10 =<span style="font-weight: bold">15 damage</span>]<br/>[<span style="font-weight: bold">Total Damage: 41</span>]<br/><br/>The dragonfolk tears into the smaller creature the best way he knows how. Everything seems to connect just right as signified by the thick streams of blood running down his large claws. Geno proceeds to lunge down at HH with his jaws wide open, clamping down hard on the weakened enemy. He was usually picky about his meals, but in times like these anything tastes good...<br/><br/>[Improved Chomp: 1d20(8) + 19 - 1 = 26; they are now grappling unless Hobgoblin H makes DC 26 grapple check]