The moment that the magical barrier that he had been factoring into his plan had dropped, Fortune couldn't stop himself from cursing the cowardly witch for her cowardly treachery; Through in truth he was more mad at himself for daring for even a moment for trusting the magic user to do the right thing and stand her ground. 

With the barrier down, there was only one action left to him. Drawing his sword he charged at the small team armed with crossbows and some kind of advanced firearm, his shield up in order to be moved to protect him from what was no doubt going to be a hail of fire. All he could do was trust in his shield, his armor and the gods themselves to protect him from injury and death; If he could somehow manage to close the distance before they had the chance to reload, he [i]might[/i] have a chance but it was a big if... 

It was the only course of action left to him through. The only alternative was to turn and try to run away but not only was that absolutely cowardly all that it would do was provide them with his back to shoot at. Charging forwards was the only way now. "FOR BRETONNIA!"