[As if on cue, the big elite lurches to it's feet and lunges at Krillin!
He squawks and rolls out of the way, coming up on his feet a few yards away]
Oh...great...
[The elite reclaims a knife and stalks towards Krillin like some sort of bizarre, winged Jim Bowie. He swipes once, and the little guy gets out of the way, getting a good kick in, bruising the elite's arm.]
1 of Several!
He squawks and rolls out of the way, coming up on his feet a few yards away]
Oh...great...
[The elite reclaims a knife and stalks towards Krillin like some sort of bizarre, winged Jim Bowie. He swipes once, and the little guy gets out of the way, getting a good kick in, bruising the elite's arm.]