Parum's smile, beaming and bright, filled Brannor's mind with inspiration; just her gesture alone, words of motivational power not even yet uttered, and he felt as though he had [i]every[/i] advantage over their enemies. Faith, fate and favor conspired together again with the crack of the other, larger man's fist to the kobold's chest sending it artfully to the floor in a still heap. So filled with gallant emotion, that the only next reasonable course was to rush the sling-bearer and remove his harassment; failed as it was now, the last thing he wanted was for his small companion to catch a stone in this skirmish - they needed her and her arcane talents.

At an angle, weapon recovered from its earlier swing and the previously standing opposed kobolds now breathless and seemingly dead on the floor, he moved in and unleashed a low, sweeping blow. The shot, aimed at the lower limbs and torso, carried up and out in direction. Brannor did not stop to continue with observing his success or failure against the fiery, arcane globe surrounded fiend, letting the resistance of the vicious weapon's cut speak to him instead...

[Hider=Rolls]
Rolled a [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1410]16[/url], [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1412]22[/url] with advantage, for greatsword attack against kobold nearest the sally port and affected by [I]Faerie Fire.[/i]
Rolled a [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1411]13[/url] for slashing damage if it is successful.
Brannor will use his attack of opportunity on the human spellcaster if the man provokes from him.
Brannor still has an Inspiration Die from Parum.[/Hider]
There was no doubt the rune engraved blade sung, but the man did not give pause for a moment. Even if the strike missed, this Ramando fellow no doubt had the creature's fate in his hands. Such a sizable man by scale alone was formidable, but the grace he fought with was far more unexpected; he could handle one if not a few the swordsman reasoned.

Still in predatory euphoria, channeling the divine nature witihin, he planned his next strike in anticipation as he moved into the fray, not far from the now red stained half orc. The battle well under way, no doubt well in Orchid's favor to their unawareness, he stood at the ready behind the dragon's mender; eager for the man to stand and pay for twisting the powers of healing.

[@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Phoenix][@Lucius Cypher]