<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Tavah Sunderfist<br/>Level 5 Barbarian/Fighter (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=598371)</strong><br/>HP: 60/60 [70/70 Raging]<br/>AC: 18 [14]; Touch: 12 [8]; Flat-Footed: 16 [12]; CMD: 23<br/> <br/>Rage: 8/11 [Raging]</div></div><br/>The sundered ‘leader’ had just fallen to the ground in time to give Tavah a clear view of seeing the rider bury his blade into the flank of the half-orc woman who had not so much as drawn her weapon when the fight broke out.  He could see the man orienting his horse in what only could be an intention to flee, which was something the barbarian could not allow.  Such an act of dishonor and treachery required a response and Tavah could think of no better response than to seek justice that was common among the countless tribes.  The man did not deserve an honorable death on the battlefield, but an agonizingly slow demise that would make him regret his actions.<br/><br/>But first, Tavah had to take away his means of escape.  Charging forward with his feral battle cry, the savage from the mountains closed the distance between him and the condemned before the man could get his steed in motion.  In yet another powerful stroke of his sword, Tavah sought to deliver death.  Not to the rider, but the horse upon which he rode intent on removing his means of escape and with any luck pinning him beneath the lifeless mount.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Charge horse<br/>Attack: 17<br/>Damage: 34<br/></div></div>