Invigorated by the successful capture, albeit not as much he would be if the attack had been to kill their marks, Brannor set upon these people with all the raging fury of an animal protecting its den. He closed between the two groups, cutting through the low lying grass and laid siege to the nearest foe and that who appeared to have magical inclinations; the hunter would not entertain the perversion of restoration he had seen earlier as in the dank, moldered port of the keep and it helped none for the victim of his coming strike that his frustrations were steadily rising, so when the blow did at last come, it did with unleashed fury.

The engraved sword swept across him, cutting the air just as the bow of a ship at sea, and connected with such immense force that made its entire length shudder. Brannor did not stop and he did not wait. The moment the resistance to the weapon ended, he took another snarling step forward and readied the blade again, flexing his worn leathers about its bindings. Whatever the enemy witnessed, if at all, he hoped it ran their blood cold with fear, something they deserved for all they had done to terrorize these people and snuff out their humbled sparks of life. But the light, that flame in the heart made of goodness that Brannor knew innately, could both soothe and it could burn.

And for now, it was burning bright.

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Brannor closes the distance of less than 30 feet to one of the raiders, moving 25 feet and attacking one of the apparent spellcasters. His greatsword's blow sings with a brutal [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2699]26[/url], a natural critical hit. The greatsword deals [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2700]16[/url] points of slashing damage to the target.

After his initial movement and attack, he takes another 5 foot step toward the other enemies using the last of his movement. If an enemy provokes an opportunity attack from him, he will attack.
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