Setsun groans slightly, clutching his hands to his nose to block out the scent of the creature, before shaking his head violently, resisting the creature's pheremone. The only thing he could do know was attack. If he waited any longer, the scent might get to him. He moved in for the kill,raising up his foot in upwards kick across the creature's face, bewaring of the large tongue.<br/><br/>((Rolled 6d10 to resist the pheremone, with three victories. (10, 1, 4, 8, 10, 1,)  ))<br/><br/>((Rolled 8d10 to attack ((10, 9, 3, 4, 6, 9, 8, 2, )) Do I count that ten as two?))