OOC: <reading - Tauric...this is pretty cool, good HP, flight, nice; maybe this is the guy that can finally...wait - did that say "46" earlier? sigh...>
Fodder enters the arena - he's the spitting image of a centaur...if a centaur had the torso of a hobgoblin and the body of of a griffon. Claws up, he charges to 35n 85e (assume 10' reach?) and, hoping the contruct doesn't have Combat Reflexes, does a pounce/rake combo on the big tub o jello.