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The neutral evil forces grumble angrily as they exit the arena. They probably cause some damage.

The zombie's putrid grip tightens on the club as it awaits further prey. Readying an action to bash anything that closes within range.

Biske curses quietly, but with such vileness that a nearby flying insect drops to the arena floor, dead. He quickly reloads and fires another bolt at his opponent.

Finally... The troglodyte stares at the snake for a moment and blinks once, slowly. It appears almost contemplative, if such an expression is possible for an animate corpse. Finally, however, the zombie looses a loud, hissing groan and hefts its massive club above its putrid head. If it's...

"You're right," Biske shouts in reply. "I probably can." He quickly places another bolt into the chamber and turns the crank. Bringing Olga into his sights, he fires again.

Biske fires another shot at the uldra, then creeps to 30N45E, kneels, and attempts to Hide.

Might as well just try to deal damage. That's the best way to kill things. :D

A tall, wiry humanoid with the head of a lizard shuffles into the arena at 110N0E and scans the area with a vacant stare. Its skin is a patchwork of brown, black, and gray, and chunks of rotting matter continually drip from its body onto the dusty arena floor. However, its structure is still...

Biske peers down the barrel of his crossbow at his opponent. His face a mask of grim determination, he squeezes the trigger and fires off a bolt, then quietly reloads.

I suppose so.

Dropping his bow to the ground, the dark fey whips a wickedly spiked chain off of a hook on his belt and swings it into the ooze. Spiked chain at +4.

I didn't suffer through AP English for nothing! 115N0E will suffice.

A tall, slender humanoid with a mane of straight, white hair steps into the arena. His smooth skin is of a dull gray coloration, marked by swirling runes of crimson tattooed across the flesh of his bare shoulders and back. An iron bracer is worn around each of his forearms, and his face is...

Meh. I'll just take the concealment for now. My original action stands, minus the hiding.

Biske laughs loudly and derisively. "I thought I would be facing a real warrior this time," he shouts as he walks calmly towards the center of the arena. "Not some clumsy blue runt." Grinning wickedly, the tiefling waves his free hand in an arcane pattern, and the now-familiar cloud of...

Go for it.

A set of canine bones, dry strips of flesh still clinging to the rips, lopes into the arena and bounds up to the airjelly. It leaps futilely at the floating thing, snapping its jaws in the air.

Does the homunculus get an AoO on the airjelly? And since it's already in the same square, can the homunculus attempt to start a grapple without provoking its own AoO? If so, it does. If not, the homunculus simply sinks its fangs into the airjelly's soft, squishy, delicious body.

The homonculus twists its tiny body around in the air, then swoops away from the jelly, cutting a jagged path through the sky in hopes of confusing its opponent. Using a withdraw action for 100 feet of movement. Turn in place 90 degrees clockwise to face south. (5 feet of movement) Fly to...

Didn't think so. Okay, the homunculus, a gangly little fellow who looks as though he was formed of smooth, red clay flutters into the arena on two black-feathered wings. He has two large amber eyes set low on a wide, ovoid face. He takes off and flies to 115N100E, facing east.