The fun thing about battle is when it starts the mind comes into focus under two simple things. Fight or flee. Hextehe enjoyed this particular way of thinking when it came down to it because he normally just stabbed that which was in his way. But now that a ruin door was in the way his eye narrowed down to slivers as a small smile appeared on his face. He felt like a rolling boulder and no door was going to hold him back. This door was nothing to him now. Switching his spear to his left hand he lined his shoulder up with the doorway and started the long charge towards it. As the doorway got closer he muttered a few choice words in his own tongue and slammed into the doorway.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: swordwind rolled: 1d20, adding 6 to the total<br/>Comment: Breaking the door down<br/>Result: 16, <br/>Total: 22</div></div>