< Moving in gracefully, you lunge a pink skinning knife at a wind hound. A wind hound attempts to evade, mis-stepping and blundering into the blow. The knife lands a solid hit that drives the skinning knife under the sternum to pierce the heart.
The wind hound lets loose a scream like a howling blizzard and lies still.
[You're slightly off balance]
[Roundtime 3 sec.]


I am --- Navak