OOC: Let us not go to Camalot, it is a silly place! IC: The Krithin was stomped and thrown, but its tough, resiliant hide kept the teeth from puncturing its skin. "I thought ya might try something like that...heh, heh, heh..." -enters command- Using its fins, it begins to hop toward the Kryat Dragon, hissing with its jaws wide as it possibly can have them. -Turns to table one- "Do you think I should call the police or something? That Gand's been unconcious for quite a while..."