[i]"You would have lived longer..."[/i] The huntsman snarled, his voice rising as he wheeled about with wicked speed. For something so seemingly armored, he was surprisingly agile, and wielded the large sword as an able extension of himself. The flash of steel turned directions and like a seeking shot, the whipped edge chased after the attacker with the dagger. Parting the air, the sword swung violently, and if the kobold were unfortunate this "queen of dragons" would lose another supplicant to the vengeful protectors of Greenest.

His feet atop the silted floor slid to a halt as he brought the weapon back around to be inline with his strong side; hit or not, the next attack was coming against the other verminous creature. He breathed in again, this time tasting the foul cave's air tinged with blood, [i]"... had you given up."[/i] It never mattered to Brannor if the monsters could understand him at this point, one way or another he would see them dead for, but it was hard to restrain that wanton wrath that lied at heart. Channeling it other ways was the safest of options and if that meant words, words would suffice.

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Brannor rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13491]16[/url] to strike the kobold that had just attacked him with a dagger, a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13492]7[/url] for advantage if the attack would have benefit from it. If the attack lands, the greatsword deals [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13493]13[/url] slashing damage to the target. Brannor will still make the first attack of opportunity he can against a provoking enemy.[/hider]
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