Nessra lowered her spear, pointing the tip at the charging form as it tore up the beach towards her.  She gritted her teeth in determination, a glance backward revealing that retreat wasn't really an option at this point.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Feel free to roll the dice for me on the attack next round, assuming it does, in fact, arrive.  </div></div>