Briefly he was stunned. Okay, someone COULD pack a punch. But so could he. Swiftly turning he swung his own neck in an arc, hitting Zimba's.
"Too late, child. Thou hast been deemed to live." She rose to her full height, briefly glancing at the old male.
A black Threehorn snorted in disdain. "It doth seem that she chooset me after all, but very well. Thou hast spoken."
OOC: Was it a hit? C'mon Zimmy, at least tell me if something hit/ how much damage it did!