BattleMaster-Steve

"The goblin doesn't just swing the axe; he lunges with a desperate, wet wheeze, aiming for the gap in your armor," Steve narrated, his voice dropping an octave to mimic the creature's rasp. He stepped forward, grabbed the fighter by the collar, and shoved him three inches to the left just as the blade whistled through the empty air. "Now, counter-attack while he's overextended. Do it now, or we're all eating dirt by sunset."