<strong>Conleth</strong><br/><br/>There was something almost funny about being chased by mounted men. He only had to kill the riders and not the horses, at least. Conleth reached down to his flank and drew his sword from its sheath, raising it aloft as he prepared to unleash his will and utterly annihilate the oncoming orcish horde. He briefly considered warning them, offering them amnesty should they flee and leave the horses... but it was just so much easier to kill than to negotiate. After all, it was not as though they had tried negotiating with him. At this time though, rather than using his will to grow to utterly shocking sizes, he only used it to draw out the shape of a shield in force, to block oncoming arrows and swords. His armor would not do enough on its own, not even with the custom barding. Once the shield was formed, he turned on his heels, waiting for them to close the gap that he might cut them to ribbons. Even worse, once they got close enough he would quadruple in size and utterly overwhelm them. This was not their lucky day. This was likely their last day, if they even lived long enough to regret it.<em>Come to think it, why are they even harassing me? Do they think I am a man stealing a horse?</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Force Shield activated, +4 Shield AC. Stance: Thicket of Blades active, anyone moving to within 10' of me gets attacked. Initiative: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=57691)</div></div>