Stepping into the land of the Castrator...
Seeing no immediate threat to himself, and confident in the marital prowess of his comrades, Thatch took a moment to make a strategic survey of the battlefield. Seeing no additional threats, the mage made his observations known to the others, a pattern Shank and D'Amboise were familiar with from years of combat together.
For his part, Shank fired two arrows in the direction of the cats, animals clearly also used to combat, who used their agility and cat-reflexes to avoid the shafts.
Focused on the combat at hand, Ovo steps forward towards the cat-woman who attacked him, teeth bared, claws extended as she flew threw the air. His mighty blade sliced forward, sending her backwards into the grass, a fatal slice to her midsection spilling her orc guts out on the ground, an angry scream on her dying lips.
D'Amboise steps forward to face his foe aiming a decapitating blow, or so it would have been had she not ducked and rolled, leaping up upon him and raking his face with one clawed hand! Legs wrapped around the clerics waist, she clung to him in a manner both erotic, and quite dangerous.
Both cats, having dodged the arrows, plunged onto Bruder, slashing and biting with claw and fang, drawing blood from several spots. The goblin was apparently caught off guard, failing to deliver a return blow as he tried to stagger backwards out of their range.