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Ungollan concurs with your assessment.

Wow Urah, I thought I usually rolled bad

The largest threat dealt with Ungollan starts to smash at the rats
Flail: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Gore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Flail: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Gore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Ungollan continues to to pound at the mangler.

You're waiting on me? Sorry!
Flail: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Gore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Well that was pretty anti-climatic.
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Ungollan grunts and keeps pushing.
Flail: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Gore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Think you're pretty clever do you?" shouts Ungollan in anger as he swings for the Mangler.
Flail: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Gore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Ungollan ignores the two Ratlings and focusses on the brute, nostrils flaring.
Flail: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Gore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Ungollan slams his mace into the Ratling that tried to stab him.

Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Moving on.

"If we're just here to kill Ratlings, we could get ready and set it off anyway, they may coming running to us."
Or they may just make preparations and dig in

"Trap, look" Ungollan points.

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
After checking the passages for ambushers Ungollan examines the scene a little more. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25.
If nothing stands out more them dying as a result of battle, he'll speak. "That's two of the Militia, lets get those tails clipped and get moving"

Ungollan readies his shield and Flail, and walks heavily down the passage, activating his luminescent implants for a better view.

"I'll go first." Ungollan states, simply.

Ungollan tosses his share of gold to the guardsman, it's probably from the outpost anyway.

Ungollan looks at the thugs. "How did such greenhorns take down a guardpost" Not really a question, just making a statement of disapproval.

If no-one else wants to Ungollan will take a healing potion and/or a pistol.

Ungollan snorts, "I dare say we'll see Rucks gang again."

"Do we give chase?" queries Ungollan, his nostrils flaring.

I was under the impression Primary natural attacks became secondary when combined with a weapon? Not that I'm complaining.
Turning to the new assailant Ungollan smashes into him.
Flail: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Gore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Ungollan is slow to react, but eventually burns into activity.

Flail: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Gore: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14Dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Not sure if I'm positioned to full attack or not, if not I'll charge the nearest and not get a second attack.

Ungollon walks towards the Militia Hut with a low growl Intimidate Assist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Init: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"Do we know where they come from? We should pull them out by the roots."

Ungollon lumbers along with the rest of the group.

"hum, Misfits, Alphas, Mongrels."

"Hummmm, I too prefer a straightforward task, but will do as my companions decide." Ungollan has a loud slow voice, and knows that he is neither sociable nor quick-witted.

Ungollan is a large bulky mess of armoured plates and long shaggy hair.