R1T16: Aroden whips his head about at the sound of cackling, and locking eyes upon the arrow, he wastes no time in widening his stance and his grip, lowering his center of mass and holding the sword before him, the blade at an upward angle so as to parry anything that might lunge from beyond the gloaming. Watching Grathar push through to the front, he pursues, awkwardly stepping around rubble and calling after, "Ah, dwarf! Race to first kill, ah?"

At the end of his movement, he sees he is just inside a creature's polearm, the stone entryway having protected Aroden from getting chopped.

R1T15: Mordren, what do you do?