Your shot buries itself solidly in the creature's arm, the burst of white-hot metal causing it to howl in anguish... a sound that is echoed by a sudden scream from your companion. A quick look in her direction shows that gnoll she'd struck, smoking and half-dead as it is, has managed one last strike against her... a strike that impaled its spear deep into her stomach.<br/><br/>That's the last strike it will ever make, though... a moment later, the oracle's scream of pain turns into another blast of thunder from point blank range, lancing through the creature's chest like the gods' own arrow, and the gnoll collapses to the ground, well and truly dead at this point.<br/><br/>-----end round 3-----<br/><br/>You don't have long to look, though... the mutilated gnoll has managed to get free of his fauna prison at this point, and he's not treating you as easy prey any more. Instead, he charges at you, scythe held ready to strike.<br/><br/>This time, though, you're ready for him. And the problem with scythes is that they kind of have to telegraph their attacks... meaning you have plenty of time to make sure you're<em>not</em>in the massive blade's path. And it's a good thing you did... even the<em>wind</em>from that attack stung a little bit. If it had been a hit...