Rolled 6, 8, 19, 19 = 52 (4d20)
>>5310459…And hit!
>14But wait, why is it still coming? At you? Why isn’t it slowing down. You go to notch another arrow when you feel the impact of all that muscle hitting your armoured midsection like a boulder tumbling down a tunnel. You stare at the arrow, firmly embedded in the thing… And realize it must have gotten caught in the tangle of knotted cloth that serves as both clothing and armour for these things.
You avoid being immediately bowled-over, but the barbed devil is at least as strong as you, maybe stronger, and has the advantage of having you off-balance. You are being pushed backwards, away from the eggs, and at risk of being toppled over onto your back like a tortoise, for this barbarian to finish off at its leisure!
[Fisticuffs + a roll for the tide of battle, DC 17 for your forces to turn things around]
