With a snort, then coughing up a blood clot onto the floor, Embry gets to one knee, semi-ready for action.  "Whazzat!  C'mon you..."  Squinting down the hall, she sees and smells dead and crispy gnolls, but none really moving.  "I ran 'em off..." she mutters, holding her newly sealed torso.  "Maybe that's what's been scaring those humans at night.  Who knows; monster scorpions, gnolls, goblins, anything with shiny red eyes..."<br/><br/>((I'm good with 1 hp consciousness.  Or you could take a page from 4ed and make healing start at 0 hp.  Whichever.  And I'm good with letting them go, heh.))