"An opening!" Alphonse shouted as he shoved Datura roughly off of him.  "Squire Gerald, my sword!"  Gerald bustled forward and offered the sword, which Alphonse drew from the scabbard as the carpenter held it.  He charged forward, holding the sword at a ready stance and thrust into the deer's mouth eye.  

[Rolled an 8!]

The sword pierced the eye, oozing more of the black liquid and...