Aellon turned around and moved to the right so he could face the nearest goblin. These creatures would die altogether too swiftly. Two were down already, and the orc was still running. He might just miss the feast. Ah well, more foulness for Aellon to dispatch.<br/><br/>He took another swing, as he let the power of magic flow through him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Katataban rolled: 1d20, adding 3to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 14,<br/>Total: 17<br/><br/>Roll Result: Katataban rolled: 1d8<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 7,<br/>Total: 7<br/><br/></div></div><br/>As his sword rent through the creatures skin he could see the blood dripping from it as it shrieked in agony. Turning around yet again, Aellon prepared to defend himself from the last two standing goblins as he suddenly felt something fly past him, nearly grazing his ear. He saw one of the goblins still standing get hit by a small stone. Deftly he continued to dance with the creatures.