
It was a tactical battle between not over reaching and leaving a gap in the shield wall but to find their target, positioned with such a height advantage difference. To stray too far from their friends would leave them surrounded by these scaly beasts and that would result in certain death.
The ferocious lizard towered over the top of the troops in close proximity, the monster’s head luring over them. The eye contact must have been terrifying and what was more was when it snapped towards a fellow comrade and chewed a chunk of bone mixed with flesh, removing half the soldier's neck from his body before it flung the meat away. As one body hurled away in mid air like a ragdoll, Warren watched as the row became frantic with their attacks, fear misplacing their spears. One lizard stepped onto a soldier, the massive green monstrosity drove its weight upon their shield, crushing them under its clawed foot.
Warren shouted out words of encouragement, reminding the soldiers how well they have fought up to this point. He told them that their enemies will not take their lives without paying in blood. Some grew in heart to listen to his words. The best of them did not need encouragement, but it still bolstered their own spirit and resolve, pushing them to fight on. But some of the new recruits and young ones seemed to succumb to fear and a rare few even stayed behind their shields, dropping their spears all together and cowering. This was why Barracker had always known to protect his weaker members in the center of the formation.
Barracker had fought his way into the thick of the enemy and unintentionally separated himself from his group, out of desperation to draw as many of these green monstrosities onto himself, all in a bid to lessen the burden on his group. This now meant that he was unaware of what was happening behind himself hoping it would not descend into tragedy without him there but he had confidence that they had Warren. Warren was not just a soldier but a capable seasoned Paladin who had always shown promise in the school of Paladin’s Respite. Anyone could put their trust into the man, to follow as their leader.
The Dire Stags charged in an abundance of power, joining the fight and relighting the fire of the defender’s energy and boosting morale with their presence. It was a blessing and the next thing needed to push the battle into their advantage.
Barracker was surrounded by scales, teeth and halberds. This was not anything new for the former monster hunter. In the midst of battle, he shuffled his feet, twirling his body in a dance to avoid the halberd's strikes and snapping jaws. In an explosive display, he shield-bashed a lizard in the snout, rocking the monster's brain at the same time as knocking the vampire away and into jumping, crushing kick off that knocked a second lizard over. Bouncing like a pinball, he pushed off that kick and up into the air before bringing his weight into a sweeping down-slash upon the neck of another third lizard. This constant movement kept him as safe as his tower shield did.
Barracker slid underneath a bite of another giant lizard, slicing the stomach open along and popping back onto his feet. Before the lizard came crashing down, Barracker was met with a halberd strike towards the back of his head. As Barracker turned around, the strike just came into view and the Paladin shield-parried with such force, it sent the halberd flying away into another rider. Barracker skewered the weaponless rider, then used the leverage to drag the enemy off their mount and flung him into another rider, knocking them, toppling off.