The scent of Orchid's blood putting fire into the outlander's veins, Brannor did not give pause. 

Unbeknownst to him, in his surging thrill at what appeared to be the moments of hunt's end, the halfling woman's magic lashed out with an authority far beyond her slender stature. She wisely kept behind the men, working the minds of her enemies, but it was more divine favor that happened next than anything else; a moment none could wholly predict, not even Brannor himself who carried it out. It came in first as the draconic fiend wheeled about to answer the threat that had already passed, the treacherous healer now unconscious upon the floor from the crack of a quarterstaff, but bloomed as the solidness of a near lightning strike met with its scaled muzzle. It recoiled, withdrawing its vulnerability and wisely so... or how it regularly would have gone. There was no doubt it would either fight to the death in a snarling, rampant frenzy or run as fast as it could manage to escape.

But the redeemers of Greenest did not relent, not for a moment, and moreover they did not present the opportunity of evasion as Brannor's greatsword crashed down in fearsome blow. Everything in the golden eyed woodsman honed in upon the weakest of the creature's points and the time his companions had bought him allowed the mighty overhead swing, the same carry through and stroke of an executioner's blade. A blow wherein one's hand rested upon the sword's bindings and the other further back; it was regularly a risky tact, leaving the bearer of the weapon so exposed, but seldom was it that the enemy could be so confined by a wave of attackers.

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Rolled a [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1458]26[/url], or a natural 20, for a greatsword attack against the drake affected by [i]Faerie Fire[/i].
Rolled an [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1459]18[/url] for slashing damage.
Brannor still has his Inspiration Die from Parum.
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[@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Phoenix][@Lucius Cypher]