Ral wasn't very happy. Getting possesed by a whiny bit of men's apparel will do that to a guy. Said possesion giveing out unexpectidly, leading to his newfound rival, "Skullbasher" or some such nonsense, slapping around like a red-headded step child didn't help. But, the drow was gone, gotta love day light saveings time, and he was presently crumpld in a ball, lieing on the floor, and trying to get up.
Grunt. Pull. Snap. "Kuso.." It wasn't working...
Acually, the Monk thought, as only the severly beaten up can, it'd be kinda nice to go sleepies right here....
