Dane ducked as the big beast swung its club around. Just the breeze that thing created could knock a guy over! He did not want to let that thing swing again!

Sigh.
He thought he had done so well.
But no.
At last fate came in and swatted his blade aside.
It was unfair. He'd never been told the bugbear had armor in that exact spot.
But so it was.
Instead of his shish kabobbing the beast, instead it had clobbered the ranger.
He leaped back to the attack.



(OOC: Dane rolled a 13, with +2 proficiency it is a 15. Damage - 1d6 = 6. Much better rolls than last time!)

After seeing his previous attack after having been so sure he had swung true, Dane quickly spun around to try again. they had to take this thing down!

And . . . missed.
It wasn't even close this time.
He couldn't even whine about surprise armor or anything.
This was just incompetence.

(Rolled an 8. Wouldn't hit a goblin kid with that. Go Ranger!!)