>>5712026>Rolled 18 (1d20)You barrel forward, a rolling wall of meat and gnashing teeth as you charge head-on into the skeletons. The pair set their blades forth in a valiant attempt to skewer you into a nice pork BBQ, but they catch on the thick of your coarse hide and tangle into your mane. You barrel through the skeletons like a corkscrew through a cask. The fight is over before it's had a chance to begin.
You slam, hard, into the wall, whereupon a cloud of dust billows up all about you. You turn your head just in time to catch sight of the FLAMING SWORD and FROSTING SWORD twirl in the air, free of the skeleton's grip toward you!
>Roll a 1d20, Bo3. 