The ill balanced kitchen knife wobbled and spun through the air, one of the nasty little gobbers deflecting the unwieldy missile weapon with a cleaver as he charged at the pair.  But then Zerxel dropped her globe of magic on the group as they began to swarm.  The cries of confusion from inside the globe were enough to know that they couldn't see through the inky blackness of drow magic.  Zerxel smirked as she slid to the right, switching positions from where she'd stood incase any other hurled weapons came her way.  Unfortunately the gobber that was in the lead, who'd batted away the kitchen knife, had been at the edge of the darkness and burst through swinging a meat cleaver.  Thankfully however, Zerxel was no longer where the beastie had expected her to be.  His wild swings met only air, as Kirsta had moved in and to the left, and he was now surrounded by the two contestants.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey ugly!" </strong>Kirsta yelled at the gobber, drawing his attention.  The beast spun just as Kirsta swept a clay jar off the kitchen counter and right into the gobber's ugly little face.  The pottery shattered, spraying flour across it's eyes and causing it to stumble backwards.  Right into the sharp point of Zerxel's throwing knife.  While the weapon wasn't especially big or deadly on it's own, when a target presented the back of it's neck to you, you didn't need more than an inch of metal to land a lethal strike.<br/><br/>Zerxel drew the blade out of the gobber's spine and flung it catching another in the arm as it came out of the globe of darkness, blinking large stupid eyes, and charging at the dark elf.  From the other side of the globe of darkness other gobbers emerged, Kirsta was going to be tied up with them while Zerxel delt with the one coming for her now.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">gobber attack roll to beat is a 14.  You may not use Kirsta for this roll.</div></div>