"They must be truly suicidal." Brannor snarled his words through gritted teeth as he began to push against the creaking door, magic restoring its constitution.

Wrenching his shoulder into the structure on one half and sending his chain and ornate medallion clattering against it, other arm out with palm flush to the surface, he leveraged all he could at the moment to resist the impact while planting his feet and body at an angle. If anything letting the enemy charge recklessly into the now mostly reinforced door was the best option between the gathering of soldiers present, the odd and wayward allies of Greenest, and the number of random objects that had found themselves put to work as weights and barricades. Even [i]if[/i] the attackers broke into the port again, by some miracle of dark works, they were facing a now prepared resistance.

There was not much time to think more on the matter, not that Brannor needed or wanted to. All he could do was ready himself to strike back harder the moment opportunity presented itself.

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Brannor rolls a [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1511]14[/url] for his Athletics check to assist in securing the door to resist the charge.
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