<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img682.imageshack.us/img682/5521/narniagoatman.jpg)</div><strong>Rakanishu of the Dransk Vale</strong><br/><br/><strong>Health:</strong>12 / 12 |<strong>Mana:</strong>15 / 15  |<strong>Virtue:</strong>15 / 15<br/><br/><strong>Inventory</strong><br/><div class="floatright">Leather pouch:<br/>Flint and steel<br/>Dagger<br/>Sling<br/>3x Day's rations<br/></div><div class="floatleft">  Equipped:<br/>  Horns<br/>  Heavy steel gauntlets<br/>  Lamellar cullet, Plate faulds with tassets, Mail Chausses, Iron (Goat) Shoes<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Drawing his dagger and clutching it tight in a metal fist, he'd eye the creature lazily rolling in front of him. Couldn't keep his eyes off his back, either, with the other thing gaining speed. He couldn't take them both on. He'd slowly back away and towards the creature behind him instead, maybe it'd draw the attention from the thing in front of him away.<br/><br/>Bracing himself for battle, he brandished the knife in his hand and held it in front of him - no doubt blunt trauma would do very little to these things.<br/><br/>The moment that ooze would come within four feet of him, however, he'd lunge and take a swing. His old man always did say it was best to get the first headbutt in - or draw first blood otherwise.