Valdred brandishes his long sword in front of him, the tip pointed towards the nearest bandit.  "Your actions betray your intentions, miscreants." he snarls, although it probably would have sounded more impressive had his new voice not been so high.  He quickly tried to lower his voice to more closely approximate his old voice.  "You'll not find Sir Valdred such an easy mark."<br/><br/>Sword at the ready, Valdred waited for the bandits to approach.  Jessicas threatening words were so much more threatening than his had been, but he doubted that they would give up so easily.  As awkward as his newly acquired female form might be to him, fighting was something that had been well practiced during his childhood and he was calm.<br/><br/>At least he appeared calm.  Valdred was still skirting the edge of freaking out at his transformation but he was of noble birth, a minor noble to be sure but still a noble, and his pride was not going to let him lose his shit in front of the other women.<br/><br/>At least, not more than he had already...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hold action to strike at the bandits when they get closer.<br/>Attack: At 2016-03-22 22:45:18, Valdred (uid: 26427) rolls: 1d20a+3 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86818)<br/>Damage: At 2016-03-22 22:48:05, Valdred (uid: 26427) rolls: 1d8a+3 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86819)<br/></div></div>