<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mite 1     - 21<br/>Mite 3     - 15<br/>Sharpspike - 13<br/>Nadia      - 5<br/>Mite 2     - 5<br/></div></div><br/>Sharpspike seems every bit as dazed as you, but he comes to his senses quickly when he sees the creatures approaching you.<br/>"M...MITES!!" The little kobold looks frantically around for his spear, but he seems to have lost it when he got yanked up into the tree.<br/><br/>The creatures that approach you, conversing with each other in undercommon, truly are ugly. Their skin is a pale, deathly blue, and their heads are bulbous and misshapen. Their pointed faerie ears are tattered and broken, their eyes dark and sunken, and their teeth rotted and filed to points. They kind of look like faeries from a children's story, if the author of that story had a deep seeded hatred for children...<br/><br/>They seem to be arguing about something at first, but they quickly reach an agreement. As Sharpspike struggles above the ground, the first two charge at you, attempting to pin you down before you can rise. Their little scrap metal daggers flash out, and one after the other they attempt to bring them down onto you.<br/><br/>The first's dagger is hastily aimed, and slips across your shoulder (-1 HP), while the second's seems even more off (Miss).<br/><br/>Above you, Sharpspike struggles with the lariat wrapped around his ankle, but he seems unable to free himself as of yet. He seems torn between panic and fury at the mites' trap...