tumblin'

Aardvarkin grits his teeth to keep from wincing at the pain from the whip
blow....although the leather armor may have dulled much of the impact...he
knew that the puffy welt which marked the wound would stay a few days...

"____, ruined my surprise...." Aardvarkin cursed under his breath...

"Either i take this ____ down by brute force or....."

For those who can see in the dark...a flurry of movement catches the corner of
your eye....Aardvarkin tumbles (nwp) around about the lone slaver hoping to
disorient him...he carefully tries to avoid any attacks...and although the mud
slows his acrobatic performance down, Aardvarkin stops whenever he believes he
is behind the slaver to get a good stab at his back (or groin, whatevers more
convenient)...only to immediately start rolling in case of a miss.

Aardvarkin is a sad ball of mud however, and all human characteristics are
lost in his "dance"...(not that he looked like a human in the first place)

Sage's Desk AD&D