The gnoll lets out a high pitched cry of pain at the hit, clutching at his ears... but he's surprisingly tough it seems, managing to shake off at least some of the pain, glaring up at you and sheathing his axe, pulling the bow from his back and aiming up at you "You... outnumbered! Surrender now, or we hurt you bad, ok?" The kobolds nod at that, following the gnoll's lead, trading their own spears for slings, though the seem to be waiting to attack for the moment.