As you thrust forward, the Mite darts in to slash at you again.... but he mis-judges, and instead finds himself impaled upon your blade. The creature gives a little squeak, and crumples to the floor next to his fallen comrade.<br/><br/>Sharpspike approaches you, spitting mite blood out from between his sharp little lizard-teeth. He seems drained, as if the combat had taken something out of him, but otherwise unhurt.<br/><br/>"Nadia Elfgirl do good! Kill two mites, and only get scratches for it.  And not get pulled up into tree like Sharpspike!" The kobold chuckles, a bit self deprecatingly, and kneels down by your feet to undo snare's lariat. "Still, Sharpspike think we need to be careful... Probably many more traps in forest ahead. Like chief said, Mites not nice. Fight very dirty."<br/><br/>Once you are freed, the little kobold motions for you to continue onward. "It's good we hurry. No want to be stuck in woods after dark..."