<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/orc_by_yy6242-d7sdciz.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corrag</div><div class="spoiler_body">Corrag, Half-Orc barbarian (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=995773)<br/><strong>HP</strong> 14   <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 15 - <strong>touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 13 - <strong>CMD</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 <strong>Ref</strong> +3 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5<br/><strong>Rage:</strong> 6/6</div></div><hr/><br/>Once he shook off the jitters caused by the electricity, he inhaled strongly through his nose, and was<em>just about</em>to give the thing another good overhand chop. Just to be sure. before he could start the motion, Valki was in his way, poking and prodding. With a long-suffering sigh, he steps over to fetch the hammer she had set down, then looked over at Val.<br/><br/>"What do you mean, 'it just started up'?" His voice was a low growl, though he didn't seem to be threatening her at all. he hefted the work hammer, letting it rest against his shoulder, the head of his axe touching the floor. "You weren't...<em>poking</em>at it?" he offers, with a glance to Valki as she pokes at it, lips curling around his jutting fangs in a smirk, then back to Val. "What's behind the wall it was picking at? Anything?"<br/><br/>When Valki is done with her examination, Corrag takes his turn to peer into the gaping hole his blows had dealt. He gave a thoughtful grunt, nodded in satisfaction... and then with three fast, hard strikes, smashed the work-hammer around inside the "wound", filling the shop with the peals of hammer on metal, and the smash of ceramics. With his glove-clad hand, he reaches in, fiddled, and pulls put a long shard of silvery-hued ceramic, then goes back in for a length of the wires that are exposed. The wires get wrapped around the cord of his belt, while he starts working the shard into the leather of his cestus - another trophy amid the fangs and shards of bone, apparently.