Voltaire was distracted by Koph's question so he wasn't prepared for the monsters to come out of the goddamn walls. It just so happened that they nearly fell on top of him, cutting him off from Koph. Suddenly his heart felt like to was going to beat out of his chest.

They seemed to mostly chase after Koph, who seemed to have left him behind. [color=8493ca]'So much for working together..'[/color] he thought as he slide the dagger out of the fore-arm sheathe. A few of the kobolds decided he was a better target and rushed after him. Voltaire thought of all the scraps he got into as a kid. Immobilizing your attacker usually was the best first step.

With his forward-grip on the dagger, he braced himself for contact with the first kobold. It came faster than he thought with claws aiming for his throat. He pushed off his right foot to give him momentum, bending his knees to avoid the sharp claws as they flew past the top of his head. Forcing the dagger upwards, he felt it sink into the kobold's chest. It was followed up by him stabbing it twice in rapid succession before dashing backwards and running to escape the two others.