You easily cleave through the gnoll, and your sword actually meets with that of the Armor as it, too, takes down it's last foe.<br/><br/>For a moment, you and the two armors "stare" uneasily at each other... and then, simultaneously, the two raise their blades in salute. Their "rage" seems to have worn off, and it actually seems as if the armors are breathing heavily, their chest plates rising and falling as if on a heaving chest.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Well, my dear, it seems you've impressed them... Poor things dont' fight so well without their owners in them, but they cling to their wearer's senses of honor...</span></em><br/><br/>Almost as if to prove this point, one of the armors reaches into its chest cavity, and pulls out a small throwing javelin. The disembodied glove extends, offering you the weapon.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Oh dear...</em></span>