The gobber's eyes crossed stupidly at the hunk of metal as it embedded itself in his face.  It's thick skull deflected most of the cleaver, but the soft tissue of it's nose parted easily enough and the point of the cleaver bit deep.  It's beady eyes rolled around once or twice, as if confused by the sharp metal driven into it's very brain, but then Zerxel booted it and it fell over, onto it's back, twitching and flopping like a fish out of water.  For a few moments at least before it grew still.<br/><br/>Zerxel's intentions on helping Kirsta were uneeded as it seemed the rogue had some skill in combat after all and was wiping the black blood of the last gobber off on the obscene uniform it wore.  She looked up at Zerxel, panting slightly and smiling,<strong>"Well that was certainly quite a work out."</strong><br/><br/>Then looking around she counted the number of Gobber corpses about,<strong> "This is more than I'd faced so far before.  Doubtless this has to do with the 'danger in numbers' I would guess?" </strong>She shrugged and began looking around the room.<strong>"Help me look, I'd be willing to bet there's something edible in this 'kitchen' for us."</strong><br/><br/>Then she paused and smirked,<strong>"You looked like you were having a little trouble for a moment there, never had Gobbers in the underdark?  Stupid ugly creatures."</strong>