<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 108/108<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 30 (30 Flatfooted, 14 Touch)<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> Fort +14, Ref +11, Will +13<br/><strong>Effects:</strong> Anthaul, Lack dexterity to AC from Run action</div></div><br/>Anton let out a startled yelp of surprise as the onrush of twisted, blighted flesh and fur rushed towards him as he dismounted--and entirely missed him, rather than massing atop him and ripping him to shreds, as he had originally suspected would happen. His morningstar was not yet out, but the familiar weight of his shield at his arm was a comforting presence as he moved forward to see what had startled the beasts so much. The source was apparent a moment later, the great javelin-like arrow causing even he to pause for a moment. Still, that was nowhere near as surprising as the appearance of the tall, horned demon that appeared forth from between the rocks, fell words on its lips and an aura of menace surrounding it, one which threatened to weaken the knees and madden the senses with fear. Recognizing the spell, Anton cried out, "Keep watch on our surroundings--it's trying to keep us watching it!" and averted his gaze from the fiend.<br/><br/>He ran forward quickly, the bulwark of his armor protecting and slowing him as he watched the others, often swifter than he, speed forward. A spell was ready on his lips, but instead... something spoke from within him. He always knew that there was something strange around him, as though wandering spirits of the dead haunted him and kept him from peace. But he also knew that they hated the demons, and as he spoke his words were not his own despite being said with his voice. The sound boomed out in the small clearing amidst the sound of his boots striking empty air as he charged forward at full speed, lifting off the ground and ignoring the bush that might have slowed him down. "Death to the demon!" the voice within him spat, its fury almost palpable, and it washed over into Anton who reveled in it. His vision became tinged with red, and he felt both the demon's aura and its malevolent spells pass over him and leave no mark. "Purge it! With blade, arrow, and spell, eradicate the demonic filth!" the words flowed from his lips as he closed within the demon's reach, ready to receive its next blow, rather than one of the others under his care. Returning to his own words he tossed a glance at the ranger high above. "What are you doing there!? Come down and assist us!" before turning his attention back to the demon.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Knowledge (The Planes) check: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=55062)<br/>Initiative check: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=55070)<br/>Actions: Run action to H5, lose Dexterity to AC this round<br/>Will save vs. Frightful Presence: 31 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=55066)<br/>Will save vs. Lock Gaze, Mass: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=55067), averting gaze<br/>Spellcraft check to identify spell the demon cast: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=55068)</div></div>