No... no... no... No-No-No-No! NO! STORMS NO! Echoed through the Kobold's mind. That small amount of trust she had built up for the barbarian quickly was stomped out by a massive wave of anxiety once the new arrival did her thing. Her claws quickly shot up to her head as she watched this mess quickly devolve into an actual fight against the damned beast! It might not be so intimidating to the others... being twice her size. But that thing could easily stuff her into his jaws and kill her just by chewing! It's not fair! Storms above, why must her dead companions be replaced by huge idiots!
Regardless... she can't just run away. While they might not need her, she certainly needs them to make it out of this hell hole. And running away with her tail between her legs was not an option with the Troglodytes nearby.
She wanted to scream at them, scream very unkind things. But now wasn't the time for scolding. She hurriedly turned to her belt and ripped off an Oil flask. A flurry of hysterical profanities escaped her lips while she flipped the bottle to hold it by the neck. She heaved it back and threw it out, aiming to splash the bottle under the creature's feet.
"WATCH FOR OIL," she called out in a warning. Both her hands now moved to quickly draw her weapons from their sheath. The first one that came out was tossed into the air and caught behind herself in the other hand. The second came out with a flourished twirl ready for combat.
