The kobold's cry of pain turns to a roar of anger, and he attempts to cut the gnoll and dance away. Unfortunately, he's more focused on the "away" part of things, and ends up cutting only the air with his dagger.<br/><br/>The upside here is that his darting motions throw off Fleabane, and the gnoll's club comes crashing to the ground a few inches away from Sharpspike's nose, leaving the kobold shaken but otherwise unharmed.<br/><br/>Behind you, you hear a low, throaty growl, and feel the big gnoll's cock pressing against your ass through his trousers. His right arm holds you tighter (grapple maintained), but his free hand slips down and looses the waistband of his pants, and you feel the slick tip of his sex pressing into the small of your back...