The next few steps were to close the distance between the huntsman and his target.

Fate however, had different ideas while he menaced the man, in that it only later would open that opportunity. For now the elder that was Torus struck forth with a plunging of his staff like a killing axe; the blow missed and kicked up a bit of earth around the enchanted wood, the old man clearly not as feeble a figure as he might have appeared and oddly, somewhat more coherent in person. The latter of quality the paladin could almost [i]feel[/i], but had not the faintest why, how or even what. Regardless, it seemed the seasoned spellweaver missed only for the moment, readying his following attack in the wake of events.

Next during Brannor's maneuvering came Orchid who dove himself in at an angle to sweep in and attack, cleaving down on the invader's exposed limb from behind and delivering a crippling wound. Without delay the injured man's only reaction was to jab with the point of a sword and find purchase in a grazing wound on the orc-blooded warrior, glancing off the side of the abdomen. It was at this moment, where the enemy was off balance, injured and outnumbered, the green clad knight of the wood stepped in from the opening created and swept his sword up so as to avoid everyone but the enemy. By sheer combination of action and reaction, the badly injured attacker was felled.

Not that the outsider wanted it this way with another body landing at their feet, not after the man at first attempted to surrender, no matter the anger that burned within his wild soul. Reality however, was a grim, often brutal mistress full of confusion and the legendary fog of war in moments as these; the half-orc likely had not even seen the man's gesture. It was as things were to be. The raider had made his decisions when he had set out here tonight.

Eased down again after the swipe, the sword's bloodied point brushed amidst the grass as it came to rest from its place on high. What came now in turn was the senses that surveyed the area about for any other threat, only to find nothing more than the silence after the storm and the thrumming of their hearts in elevated pace. In the presence of calm again, under the smoke and stars, Brannor breathed with relief and halted his movement only to touch the fierce silver pendant he wore and speak.

"Let us see ourselves in. Take the bodies."

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Brannor steps in to flank where after he then takes a reactive strike using his greatsword. He rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2804]10[/url] for his attack roll, but from his flanking advantage he manages a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2806]13[/url]. The blow hits and deals [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2805]7[/url] points of slashing damage.

Initiative has ended.
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