Another hammer-blow, and Marric is reeling... but he's certainly not out just yet. Hurting, but not out.<br/><br/>"Goddamn it..." The monk says, shifting slightly. This thing is like a brick wall, compared to the bandits he had fought earlier... and none of his tricks are even close to viable. Hell, grappling this thing would probably hurt him more than it!<br/><br/>So, the monk is just going to have to continue driving the hammer home. He hates infighting, but his only real option is to continue trading blows until either he or the cadaver falls. And without his female form's fire, or his own icy chi, this is going to be tough.<br/><br/>"Die already!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Third verse, same as the first:<br/>Attack: 1d20+7= 11<br/>Attack: 1d20+7= 23<br/>Damage: -<br/>Damage: 1d6+5 = 10 </div></div>