Bayar
The gods grant me fortune and protection again. Bayar was as surprised as anyone that he had brought his shield up. In a heartbeat his sword was in his hand too. Instinctively he glanced left and right to check his position in the line. A cold chill spread up the former soldier's spine when he realised he was alone. Being under fire was frightening at the best of times. Knowing archers were aiming for you as an individual was just plain terrifying.
In the seconds granted he analysed what he could. The running figures bespoke of poor discipline or training. Bayar could still recall his officer's words when granted command of five in the line of battle.
When you let men run, they lose control. Many will forget why they are running and just run. A slow and controlled advance is always stronger than a heedless charge like savages.
"AWAKE!" he bellowed at the top of his voice. "WE BE ATTACKED!" he added, probably unnecessarily, as he stepped closer to the edge of the tiny porch. Bayar had fought dogs before against the barbarians of the Qih Plains, though maybe not quite such dogs as these. He recalled they were easily broken by pike blocks, though that was small comfort now.
With a quick roll of his sword around his wrist to loosen his shoulder muscles as far as possible in the impossibly small time granted, Bayar lifted his shield up and forward, weight on his left foot, bracing for the dogs' impact. He sword he held horizontally and beside him, ready for a lightning strike against the first of the creatures in reach.
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Egads, this could end remarkably badly if the dice turn...
Initiative:
1d20+4=11
Making a move action to protect one flank with a solid obstacle, like, say, a wall.
Ready action to attack (power attack) vs first enemy in reach.
AC: 20
HP: 12/12
Left hand: heavy wood shield
Right hand: Longsword+1
Readied Power Attack: +5 to hit, 1d8+6 damage
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