Tam gripped his sword tightly as the ogre hurtled forward. The monstrous creature lifted his cudgel, and Tam shifted. One good hit from that thing, and he’d be flattened. He’d have to take it down at the legs, try to even the height advantage. From the corner of his eye he saw Lassiter moving up. Coranne Smith flickered out of sight behind him. Good, the melee fighters were moving into position. He hoped Jennet could keep her dad back, although the monks were supposed to specialize in hand-to-hand combat.
TAs the ogre got close, Tam waved his sword. He wanted the enemy’s attention firmly on him. Since his character was the tank—the one with the best armor—it was his job to take the brunt of the enemy’s attack. Then the rest of the party could pour on the damage, hopefully without being po
