<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/c9/8d/a7c98d4f87e5099cc8669d19989836b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Khan-R'gal Skarskgard</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2314881)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21 / 21<strong>AC:</strong>20 (21)<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>14<strong>Touch:</strong>20 (21)<strong>CMD:</strong>24<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well, that first zombie was nice and dead...or at least...whatever<em>passed</em>for dead for whatever these things were. He wasn't an expert, but they didn't seem to be the same sorta thing as the undead he'd dealt with back home. But then he supposed, he was in a weird place with weird people, so why wouldn't the rules of the enemies be weird too? Not like he really gave a shit either way; it was the same story, the same deal as whenever else undead raised their ugly heads. They popped up, and you had to smack 'em back down for the good of everybody else. It was kinda sad, 'cause the more low level undead just didn't put up much of a fight any more. Your average farmer with a pitchfork or your cutesy callow youth? Yeah, they'd have some trouble and could easily get overwhelmed. But as soon as you got a little more experience under your belt, suddenly the zombies and skeletons that kinda wandered around ancient tombs aimlessly didn't really pose much of a challenge any more. The only thing they could have was weight in numbers, and even then, a single decently tough Cleric could royally fuck up their day.<br/><br/>Either way, whoever this poor fucker used to be was in their way, and since he was unlikely to give them a decent challenge, he was just another unlucky sap to be put out of his misery. Khan took a step forwards, bashing his shoulder into the zombies body as it was still left reeling from Kali's opening attack, positioning his leg behind the beast as he pushed him onto the ground roughly. His leg snapped out to try to catch the scaly fucker as he hit the ground, but alas, a well placed (or accidentally placed) arm blocked his way. Khan wasn't deterred, though; this sort of thing happened sometimes in combat, and you couldn't dwell on it for too long if you wanted to seize your next advantage...which came very, very soon. A whip cracked overhead as Ming made a valiant effort to assist, but ultimately was unable to get a clear enough attack to deal any damage.<br/><br/>But it didn't matter; the creature attempted to stagger its way to its feet...just in time for Khan's knee to collide bodily with the beasty's chin, cracking the jaw and the neck with a sickening splintering sound, sending it collapsing backwards to lie in a heap with it's mate. He shook his head, shaking off his foot as he replaced it on the ground.<strong>"'S a shame these assholes don' put up much've a fight. I almos' feel <em>bad</em> f' kickin' their asses."</strong>He glanced behind him at the others, his face...not serious, but not his usual super flirtatious self. He would love nothing more than to flirt with Ming and the cute Drow, but there was a time and a place, and he could hit on them all he wanted when they were out of this place. Undead were bad news in general, which meant that...well, the sooner they were out, the better.<strong>"Any ideas on which way we're goin'? I'd really rather be gettin' a drink 'n a handful've cutie right now."</strong>He winked at Ming. Ok, so...maybe he could flirt a<em>little.</em>But he was serious about getting out quickly; the only thing worse than no fight, was a boring fight! At least with the former, he didn't feel like a bully!