The interrogation
(No problem, Autumn. Glad you're feeling better.)
The mook rips a long hooked blade from his belt and leaps for Zook.
This triggers Ambra's readied action:
Ambra shoots the mook (1d20+2=17, 1d8=1)
The bolt flies true, but only scrapes his earlobe.
(OOC: 2 hitpoints he regained...so close...)
The mook attempts to grapple Zook.
Zook gets an attack of opportunity: he does not have a weapon readied, so he must use an unarmed strike.
(OOC: Oh. My. Word.
Zook's counterpunch (1d20-2=10)
Zook hits the unarmed mook.
Now, as a small creature with no unarmed strike and 7 strength, Zook does 1-2-2 points of damage, nonlethal. He must do at least one point of damage, however, because he did hit.
So, one point of nonlethal damage. He only regained 2 hitpoints from his rest.
The mook is staggered.)
The immense man -- over six feet tall -- thunders towards Zook, who is three feet tall in his biggest boots.
The man's wrists are as thick as Zook's neck. He probably outweighs Zook by an order of magnitude and he has a blade in his right hand that's the size of Zook's torso.
He's shrugged off psionics, arcane magic, and a crossbow bolt.
Shouting a Karnathi war cry, he leaps for the hapless gnome.
The hapless gnome promptly throws an uppercut that flattens his beard, snaps his head back, and glazes his eyes.
He falls to his knees, teeters, and then collapses on his side, punched out by a gnome librarian.
Zook, your knuckles hurt.