(Roll: 9 + 2 = 11. Gah. 30/33 HP left.)<br/><br/>Nbox grunted as flechettes of wood found the gap between his flesh and his armor, gashing him- It hurt, but his hide was tough, and, except for one solid, dagger-sized chunk, he shook it off. Raising his shield defensively, the orc toiled on...But more carefully now, staying close to the walls, favoring his unwounded side.<br/><br/>"Whoah, ghosty-lady. Nbox not know- Who 'him'? This Grummsh Spear, not ghosty-house...Why ghosty lady here?"