Luix hefted the heavy steel shield contemplatively. It was about twenty pounds or so, and thick. He didn't suppose he could throw it the length of the seven or so columns away that the nimble hobgoblin was, but perhaps if he was patient, and timed it just right, he could toss the thing at the hobgoblin mid-jump. The fighter tucked the handle of his flail into his boot, and grasped one edge of the shield in both hands. Luix would wait to see if the disgusting looking creature approached, and if he came within one or two column lengths, he would toss the thing like a frisbee, aiming for the knees or shins, and preferably in mid-jump.