Recent content by KriticalFailure

healing powers of the potion washes over the young Monk as he rises to full height. his musles tighten seconds before he launches himself past ximix with a flying kick. Flying kick +bless (1d20+3+1=22, 1d6+3=7)

Munchin, blood gushing from a deadly wound crouches behind Ximix as he rummages around in his pack til he retrieves a healing potion and downs it in a swift gulp followed by a quick swig from his clay jug, using the strong alcohol as a chaser. "Never much enjoyed the taste of those potions."...

After felling the first ant Munchin resets his feet once more. "Patience and Poise" He whispers to himself his old master's favorite saying for when in a rough battle. "Hold fast!!" The Monk calls out again before launching another iron hard roundhouse kick to the nearest ant. Roundhouse Kick...

Krit sits there in complete confusion, trying to guage the conversation by the expressions of the tiny kobold, But they seem to switch so fast from fear and anger that he has no idea what is happening. So, he occupies himself by twirling an arrowing between his fingers as he continued to listen...

Munchin cries above the ruckus, "Hold fast and stand stong. Let none escape to alert others." With that, the monk sets his stance and readies an attack for whichever ant is foolish enough to come at him, eyes burning with the thrill of battle. Readied Attack, Flurry (1d20+3=23, 1d6+3=8...

Munchin squares off to the ant in front of him, then quick as lightning he raps out a left jab to the body of the ant Left Jab (1d20+3=16, 1d6+3=5) As the fight continues, Munchin shouts above the commotion to his comrades "I think I hear more. Tighten up ranks and retreat slowly. We don't...

As waves of healing energy wash over the young Monk he regains consiouness to a full out battle agasint two newcomers. Swiftly assesing the situation, Munchin rises to his feet using his right foot and left arm, while swinging his left leg is an arc above him connecting with the ant directly in...

After ducking to avoid the snapping mandibles of the Giant Ant, Munchin launches a surprised right hook of his back foot, no quite getting all the weight he wanted behind it. Readied attack (1d20+3=7, 1d6+3=9) Collecting himself after his diasterous attack, Munchin squares up to the beast and...

Munchin quickly moves to the right in order to support the other fighters and cover the right flank from possible attacks and readies an attack incase one of the other fighters falls back. Initiative (1d20+3=14) ooc: sry about the slow posting, finals are coming up :(

Munchin follows somewhat in the rear, mentally berating himself on his lack of self control during the previous fight. The only visible sign of his inner turmoil was his left hand, which he was clenching into a fist then letting it fall limp repeatedly.

Krit nods in agreement with Elise, "We shall be more than ready should anything happen"

"I believe that I will take that as a compliment" The monk says grinning broadly, "However, I shall stick to our previous agreement and remember to hold my place next time, I left myself get caught up and I must learn discipline. It shall be good practice for me to not be on the front line."

Munchin grins apologetically at Jamilee before he attacks with a wide left hook at the ant. As he feels his fist connect he is almost positive that the ant had felt that one. Left Hook (1d20+3=18, 1d6+3=8)

"I agree, they seem to be harmless enough." says Krit, replacing his arrow in his quiver and taking what he hopes is a non threatening and casual stance.

OOC: yea that's what i meant :D