The creature's small body did not offer much strength and as the monk's fingers snatched the short blowgun pipe away the little creature screamed in anger and waved its hands. "Shaddup and die! Give me back my pipe and I'll shoot you in the eyes!" He shouted angrily, waving a fist at Marric's face, growling.<br/><br/>"Master's a thousand times smarter, more handsome, impressive, magical, intimidating figure than you'd ever strike, and he's got a total of four bands of these thugs that ... uh... you got slaughtered here... and I ... Y-you will see ! Master will have your head! Master is<em>close</em>with Snakehead!" The little thing grinned sadistically, like its news should have scared the monk.<br/><br/>"Why dont you just sit and wait, master's bound to come look for me when I delay, too."