Flailed It

Written by hnerskers

“Well, this is where life has brought us.” Kinzin mutters under his breath after failing to stifle a sneeze. While this isn’t his preferred method of initiating combat, battling undead is second nature to him as a Paladin. After quickly surveying the battlefield and determining the best course of action, Kinzin readies his shield and flail.
Shifting his weight onto his back foot, his shield shine bright with Holy magic as he launches it forward at the closest Plagueborne Pillager. As it ricochets from one undead to the next, striking three of his four targets and dazing them, Kinzin embraces the void and rips open a Spatial Rift, briefly surrounded by the void with dark whispers attempting to control his mind. When he exits the other side he’s perfectly poised to attack the remaining undead he hadn’t hit yet. As a protection Paladin, it’s his job in a fight to keep enemies focused on him to allow his compatriots to dish out the real damage.
Kinzin’s flail lands squarely on his targets rotting skull as he stuns them and subsequently lights them up with the judgement of Holy Fire from the sky. Before turning back to his group to get them in on the action, Kinzin whips his flail around as he sends out a wave of Holy light, striking all four enemies.
“Are you just gonna stand there and watch or you gonna stab these things?” he shouts in Raven’s general direction.