The gnoll easily dodges your weapon, and watches you intently as it slaps back into your hand. You get the distinct feeling that every move is being analyzed, and that he is attempting to maneuver himself into the best possible position.<br/><br/>After a tense second, the gnoll speaks another command word in that primal, animalistic language that his people use, and the phantasmal mask seems to pulse. A strange feeling of dread and terror starts to form in the pit of your stomach, threatening to overwhelm you... ((Please PM a Will save.))<br/><br/>Beside you, the melee between Sharpspike and the mites continues. As the mites advance on him, the little kobold dives away with surprising agility, dodging their daggers as he reclaims his greatclub. Unfortunately, the two don't seem to have any intention of letting him rest, and give chase, lunging at him one after the other. Luckily, the kobold manages to get his club up in time to defend himself, and parries both strikes.<br/><br/>The mite in front of you continues to flail madly at you, but your shield continues to hold. The little cretin seems like he's about to have a breakdown at this point...