Bastian Sangue, human cavalier
As one Skurg falls, Bastian finds his second wind. He surveys the battlefield quickly, Bulwark steady beneath him.
"Hold the line!" he bellows to the troops closest.
"Pin them between us and feed them your steel!" he adds to the group circling to the west. Then, noticing how close in Arcata has moved, he adds
"Lady, you expose yourself! Find cover!" In the heat of battle, his blade already wet with Skurg blood, Bastian has lost the conciliatory tone he usually has with his leige; there is no time for it now, though in the back of his mind he knows there will be both time and payment spent on his words later.
Orders given, the Last Lion turns back to the horde. He nudges Bulwark, who seems to already know his target. The cavalier's mount charges forward as his rider uses the momentum to sink his blade deep into the side of one of the paired skurgs in the southernmost clump.
[sblock=ooc]Orders: infantry in the center group to close ranks and hopefully hold off the advancing troops. The leftmost (western?) group should try to circle for some flanking if possible. Archers still trying to pick off unoccupied beastmen.
Bastian, though, is charging Skurk 2. Oh, goodness, now that's a nice roll:
Charge Bless High Ground Power Attack Greatsword; Damage w/ power attack. (1d20+10=28, 2d6+6=18)
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