Good thing the Savage Bard just got approved...
(OOC:I see I came up with the new character concept just in time...)
So, this is what happened to the patrol... thinks Michael numbly as he starts giving ground.
He feels absurdly outraged at the prospect of being eaten by this thing. His prophetic dream was quite clear: he's supposed to be eaten by a three-headed demon.
He considers tossing the thing his message scroll: it's probably eaten the patrol for lunch, it may as well get their message for dessert.
You get the stupidest ideas when you're about to die.
If it has, perhaps, a big head and really small arms, Michael tries to back up to where the thing can't reach him because it's too big to fit.
If, perhaps, there was a way to bring the cavern down on top of them, Michael would consider that. Natural law permits dying spitefully.
Failing all that, Michael sets himself to fight defensively, takes a 5' step to give himself any terrain advantage that might be found, invokes his feat of strength, and wallops at the thing with his hammer.
The horse is a warhorse, but it's probably neighing as loud as it can "Take the cleric! He's a fat tub of guts! I'm tough and stringy!"
Attacking: Feat of Strength raises Michael's strength to 17 (+3 bonus).
Attack 1d20+5-4
Michael's last die roll (1d20+5-4=21)
Critical threat.
Michael considers falling on his knees in praise of Sela right there and then.
Confirm Critical Threat: 1d20+5-4
Michael's critical confirmation (1d20+5-4=5)
Well, there'll be time to do it when he starts bleeding out next round.
Damage:1d8+1.5*3=1d8+5? (I think we round up. I hope we do, anyway...)
Michael's damage (1d8+5=6)
Sigh...