"Oh, blight!" exclaimed Diemut. Really? Not even hesitation. Gritting her teeth, she prepared to meet the challenge before her.

Taking a defensive position between her comrades, Diemut raised her Uncle's weapon and leveled it against the charge. As the enemy approached Diemut shifted and lunged forward, swinging the spear in a slashing motion diagionally.
"You should have negotiated."

Attack Roll:(11d10)[5][2][3][5][3][8][2][3][10][10][9](60) + stunts
+8L damage