Guloxthe Gob Squad, 25th of Neth.

Gulo is pacing around the room, using his rapier as a pointer for various points on the sandpoint as he goes on with his morning lecture "Let us say a group of bandits choose to attack from the south east gate, in such a situation you would aim not to kill but injure, targeting areas such as the legs, shoulder and groin, now why would do such a thing?" he looks to the squad, waiting for an answer.

Roxreez sits leaned back on her hands, her resting goblin face a sneer. Rotgut sits at her side arms crossed, stoic and ever silent. Chunder blinks slowly, drooling. Grosgamort is licking the floor where Rotgut had spilled some ale last night. Firestarter raises his hand. "Attack the weak spots!" he snarls gleefully.

With a flash Gulo unfurls his whip, letting crack inches away from Roxreez's head. He turns his firey glares to the squad, his voice roaring "When I am speaking will stand at attention, back strait and arms at your side, and not licking up dried ale!" he takes a moment to adjust himself, turning his attention to Firestarter "No, if that we're the case you would aim for the jugular or the head. We aim for the other part since not only does it incapacitate the bandit it forces the remaining enemies to split their focus between you and their wounded allies, very likely they will attempt a retreat if enough are wounded." a wicked gleam plays in Gulo's eye "Not only does this mean they will have to waste supplies mending their wound, it also gives you bandits that have considerably easier targets. At that point a poisoned bolt to the Femoral artery" he says, pointing to the back of his thigh "Not only is this a superb way of poison delivery there is also a likely chance of the target bleeding out."