Move action: Straight line to E7.  Provokes an AoO from Harpy 1<br/>Standard action: encounter power:Shielding Smite vs Dryad 1's AC 23 (1d20+14=34, 2d10+7=20) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2640110/)  Side Effect: shield appears in the air to improve AC of an ally within 5 squares.  Rolan is targeted, receives +3 to AC until Bryn's next turn.  UPDATE: natural 20 qualifies for Crit<br/><del>attempt </del><del>Crit attempt (1d20+14=33) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2640113/)  Crit is confirmed, so damage rolls Double</del>.<br/>Ok, finally cleared up the damage in ooc... sorry.  damage is... 3d6+34=43 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2640281/)<br/><br/>Bryn turns from the bloody mess of the harpie's mangled forms, catching only a glimpse of the battle across the field-- amid striding legs, flashes of arcane power and blades wet with blood and sap, she can make out the elf's form as the plant-beasts entangle him.  "Not this time," she hisses and strides forth, the compact form under her armor propelling her at great speed at the dryad nearest the cave's entrance-- the decision is not a deperate one, but it<em>is </em>instinctual; leave no enemy unchecked to aid another lest that enemy gain the advantage.  And that means to chew up everything between her and her allies in need.<br/><br/>Mid stride, her blade, pumps back-- her shield obstructs the view of the attack from the dryad before her until it is too late-- from behind the glossy black and gray field of her shield comes the flash of her sword arm in an uppercut.  The broad steel blade bites the dryad between the arm and hip at an upward angle, then exists the opposite shoulder and neck.  For a moment, the dryad's form seems intact, as if the blade might have merely scraped its body of a swath of bark, but the blade is followed momentarily by a flow of sap-like plant blood that seems to erupt in every direction like a giant had twisted its torso as a child would a daisy's stem.<br/><br/>She cries out in a shriek not entirely human, but more like a bird's, and she levels her dripping blade in a gesture of challenge across the field-- with that, a swarm of black bird-shapes erupt from the shadows around the field-- they are translucent, but not immaterial, and for a few seconds they circle Rolan in a protective wreath before dissipating in the sun.