(7d10)[6][3][10][10][7][10][6](52)
(8d10)[2][2][6][4][7][1][2][10](34)
You lunge from the safety of shadow and tear into one of these twisted home invaders. your claws tear easily into it's roiling black form, which spurts ichor onto the once pristine floor of your den.
Unsatisfied with one kill, you tear into the second of the three with savage hate.
The *Taste* of these things is wrong, and you can't help but wonder if biting into them may be a mistake...
Initiative: (1d10+6)[9]