<em>Attack strength: 16.</em><br/><br/>I smash its next swing aside with my shield -<em>clang!</em>- and drive a vicious stab into its face.  The skull shatters under my blade, and it falls flat onto its armoured back with a crash.  "Now do you see?"  I snap at the fallen bones.  "Do<em>not</em>trifle with a drow!"<br/><br/>I am examining the parchment it carried when I realise that, to my horror, it's climbing back to its feet.