Creeping up to one of the Kobolds, Silas aimed his short sword towards the neck of the vile beast, intent on tearing it's mortal coil before it could have a chance to warn the others of the marauder. Like a viper preparing to strike, he drew back his blade, his cold eyes locked on the Kobold's blissful visage until...<br/><br/>... The rogue thrust his short sword forward, putting his weight behind the blow as the blade pierced cartilage, flesh, veins and bone until Silas could feel the blade sink into the dirt. It was a fatal blow, but Silas knew it was hardly clean; all he could do now was hope the creature was incapable of giving off a death rattle, warning the others and placing the bandit in a potentially deadly situation even with a sword firmly stuck in it's throat.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled a 10 on Stealth for the next "round."</div></div>