Elrind smiles towards Ukertan. "They sent us because the Fates have conspired to convert my life into a veritable doldrum. That and our respective masters are probably too busy to handle the problem themselves." Elrind gracefully draws his longsword, readies his arcane orb in his left hand, and wonders how many of the little brutes he might be able to hit with one thunderwave...
OOC: sorry for the delay. I had people out of town staying with me and I was playing host.
Ukertan moves up to the rats, moving into flanking position with Galidan swinging his wickedly barbed blade through the mass of furry sqeaks, and then marks the swarm even as his blade passes into...(another monster if there is one close for 5). hit=25, dmg=15"Think you can just eat and live in our gear do ya, ya beasties?"
OOC - Move into flank (move action), Cleave (standard action), mark the target (minor).