<span style="font-size: 15px">Desmond had his hand at the ready, and hurled the stool at her with a loud grunt. Hopefully, this would disrupt some of the projectiles, as he dove forward, rolling on the ground. His battle plans weren't calculated at all. It was seemingly pure instinct, which mean that he was easy to bait in to certain attacks, but also quite unpredictable in battle. Once he would find himself on his feet, after his roll, he would keep his momentum, and charge forward with his shoulder in a low, football style tackle. </span>