<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/SebastianPFBard.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sebastian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265764.msg13115430#msg13115430)</span><br/><strong>Human Archivist (Bard) 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 9/9<br/>AC: 17 (flat-footed 16, touch 11)<br/>CMD: 14 (flat-footed 13)<br/>Init: 1<br/>Saves: Fort 0, Ref 3, Will 1<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 2<br/><br/>Lv 0: detect magic, light, mage hand, open/close<br/>Lv 1: heightened awareness, detect secret doors</div></div><hr/><br/>Entirely ready to celebrate in the thousands of small crackles of the swarm being engulfed by fire, there was a look of disappointment on his face as it dodged its fiery doom.  Sighing heavily he strode over toward it, sheathing his sword and pulling the shield from his hand, deciding that perhaps in this case brute, unapologetic force was the best way to handle it.  Holding his large, wooden shield's twin grips with each hand, by the time he reached the swarm he lifted it up like a large flyswatter.<br/><br/>There was no style or training that taught him to use his shield in such a way, just an ingrained, primal rage against the alien-looking arachnids that, by their virtue of existing, deserved death in a brutal, crushing manner.  Careful not to step into the swarm proper, he slammed it down, hoping to catch as many of the hairy<em>things</em>as he could, lifting and smashing again and again until his shield-face was hopefully covered in ichor.<br/><br/>OOC: Its just a basic shield bash, as a main attack and not an off-hand (two-weapon) attach, but I took some narrative liberty.