Roondar had been too busy looking at the turn style and the the associated mechanisms that he almost forgot about why he was actually there. His three companions had passed through, each being identified by the device, which once more caused him to pause in awe of the way it managed to that.<br/><br/>"Oh, you thrice born fool. Your companions are facing perils alone without me being there to keep their moral up."<br/><br/>Roondar got as high on his toes as possible, and dropped his token into the slot, passing through as soon as he was able.<br/><br/>When he came to a stop, he was once more surrounded by rather well shaped female backsides, and was shortly distracted by Stacy's rather exposed one, but focused on what was being said to them, as it was more important than what he could see. Besides, he knew he would be seeing that a lot more than hearing what was being said. Sometimes, priorities were a good thing, other times they were a nuisance.<br/><br/>The plucky gnome shifted the staff in his hands to one more fitting for a fight and pumped him up for the attack that was requested of him.<br/><br/>"ANKLES!" He rushed forward, the staff swinging in a wild arc (which to any martially inclined folk would see was rather poorly executed) and brought it down right where a bipedal creature's ankles would be located, delivering, for Roondar, a solid blow.<br/><br/>He turned to face his companions, an expression of pride on his face at his own efforts against the stationary target. He sauntered back to the group, then casually leaned on his staff waiting to see who would better his mighty blow.