I eh, I think he's dead, Jim.
>punch
< Attacking forcefully, you punch your leather clad fist at a mange-covered rotting Rakash. A mange-covered rotting Rakash attempts to dodge, taking the full blow. The fist lands a light hit that crushes the Rakash's groin (good thing it's dead already!).
A mange-covered rotting Rakash slumps over, uttering a final gasping moan.
[You're incredibly balanced]
[Roundtime 2 sec.]
Sarkranis: "From outside of the Empath's guild, go east, north, and through the hospital backdoor."
Trinean: "I'm not sure I trust healing through the back door."
Zamara: "It's not so bad, once you get used to it."