Another solid hit leaves the gnoll bleeding profusely, but he continues to stare his hatred at you as his phantasmal mask begins to pulse anew. Suddenly, you feel a sensation like claws attacking your sanity, and you actually feel your mind unhinging... ((You are now afflicted by Lesser Confusion.))<br/><br/>Beside you, Sharpspike finally gets the upper hand on his attackers, and swings a home run. Literally... the mite goes flying through the air with the force of the raging Kobold's strike, its practically obliterated. It's friend seems to be dumbfounded by this, because he actually ceases his assault for a moment to watch the body fly ((Miss, with extra flavor.))<br/><br/>Meanwhile, your "friend" in front of you continues to flail away. He might be crying with frustration at this point... you can't really tell.