[B]Trad Oak – Capture The Fort[/b]
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Although Robert didn’t finish his attack command,  Trad was ready the second he heard their leader speak. With a loud [b]Thunk[/b] Trad’s shield popped out into a kite as he spun out from behind his tree. Charging the nearest Beowulf he bashed its face with the center of his shield stunning the Grimm long enough for him to bring his sword down into its head. As it vanished he heard another one charging right at him. Bracing himself he pulled his shield up and held his ground as the beast slammed against it. It’s head peaked over the top and tried to bite off any chucks of the hunter it could. He kept his arm out just enough though that the gnashing teeth couldn’t touch him. Aiming his blade he thrust it down the Beowulf's throat and in an instant the Grimm went limp and slummed to the ground where it immediately vanished into smoke.

It was at that time Trad noticed the lack of attacker his way and quickly looked around, only to see Robert surround by the rest of the pack. “HOLD ON, ROB!” Charging full speed and using his shield as a plow he broke through the line of Beowulves. Grabbing Robert by the hood he pulled Robert  in front of him and behind his shield. Then when he completely surrounded their leader, he froze. A small glow surrounded Trad who remained motionless as the beasts once more began violently attacking their prey, only this time they did no damage. Their claws and teeth simply bounced off as if his skin were now made of steel. For the time being he and Robert were now safe, but until there was an opening or their team finished the Beowulves off, they were stuck there.