Luckily, an explosion, being saved by Sterling, and being saved by...archers pulled the Monk out of shock. This was proven by his tensing up at a loud croaking sound, twisting around, and smashing the arrow-wounded Bullywug with what some might call a "circle kick". "Missed one" he mumbled, as he fell to his knees, clutching what was left of the spear. Panting, he looked toward the Dark Elf, for a minute and spoke.
"Chuckso...thanks Sterling. I guess I owe ya my life leader-boy...woo here comes Dan.." Grimacing at there "rescuers", he continued "It might just be the gaping hole in my shoulder talking, but why is it I *don't* trust them, and I know this is the gapeing flesh wound and shock at ending the lives of two sentient beings talking, but does anyone else notice how we seem to be...merging with our classes? Me cursing in Japanese, Sterling speaking in Drow during stress, like one would with one's native tounge." Cough, Hack, continue, "I hope Dan and Ash are alright..."
