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You kneel, gently brushing some stray hair away from your master's face. She shivers lightly, but relaxes once you lift her into your arms.
Hm. It might be wise to invest in some sort of carrying case for future situations like this. Though, with your particular skills, your master being so close to you might expose her to harm–an unacceptable prospect.
Well, you'll just have to become strong enough that there's no safer place for her than by your side.
It doesn't take long for you to find a good place for her to rest. You spot a snug gap between the roots of an ancient oak, the knotted wood forming a nest for your master.
Drawing your blade, you turn, prepared to stand guard. The sounds of the forest fill your ears; birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind–
"...Brother?"
–and so does the whispered voice of your master, as well as the keening whistle of an arrow.
You fling your arm out to the side, ready to knock the incoming projectile out of the air…
>AGI DC: 15/20/30 | Roll: 2d6 +7(Vanguard March) = 13
…but too late, you realize your blade won't reach in time. That leaves you with only one other option.
Time to be a meat shield.
>END DC: 25/35/40 | Roll: 5d6 + 14(Armor Bonus)
You throw yourself across your master in a sudden, violent motion that sees her snap awake, a panicked clarity coming to her eyes.
