Dhalgren stood silently for a moment taking in the approach of a new group of goblins, with what looked to be some sort of commanding goblin bearing the cruel tendril of a whip. Still holding his ground he observed as two of the goblins moved out in a half-hearted flanking maneuver. About to take action, he was paused as he watched the newest member concoct something before throwing it to land a deadly flaming brew on one of the flanking goblins. Dhalgren grimaced slightly himself, watching the goblin screech and eventually fall down in a batch of flames. 

That goblin out of the picture, Dhalgren hefted his halberd tightly in his grip, and made a sprint toward the goblin closest, hoping that the others would handle the remaining goblin on the flank quickly. Sprinting forward, he panted himself squarely in front of the goblin before striking with a quick slash of his halberd. 

[url=http://orokos.com/roll/185287]Attack Roll (9)[/url]