Last Stand. When Bron is reduced to 0 Hit Points but not killed outright, he drops to 1 Hit Point instead and can immediately use his reaction to make one Right Cleave or Left Hook attack. Once used, this feature cannot be used again until Bron completes a Long Rest.
Absolute Unit. Bron stands 11 feet tall and is built like a brick wall. He has Advantage on ability checks and saving throws against being moved, knocked Prone, or Grappled
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Multiattack. Bron makes two attacks: one with Right Cleave and one with Left Hook.
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Right Cleave. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit:11(2d6 + 4) Slashing damage.
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Overpowering Force: If this attack deals 12 or more total damage, the target must succeed on a DC 13 Strength saving throw or be knocked Prone.
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Left Hook. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit:11(2d6 + 4) Bludgeoning damage.
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Concussive Blow: If this attack deals 12 or more total damage, the target must succeed on a DC 13 Constitution saving throw or be Dazed until the end of its next turn.
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Social distancing. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one Medium or smaller creature. Hit: 4 Bludgeoning damage (Bron's Strength modifier), and the target is pushed up to 10 feet straight away from Bron.
Parry. Bron adds 2 to his AC against one melee attack that would hit him. To do so, Bron must see the attacker.
Description
Captain Bron ("The Unit") stands an imposing 11 feet tall, a hulking wall of muscle and Marine authority. Draped over his massive, scarred shoulders is a white Marine Captain’s coat with the word "JUSTICE" emblazoned across the back in dark ink, its sleeves billowing around his thick, tree-trunk arms. His chest is broad enough to block out the sun, crisscrossed with leather straps and heavy iron buckles that bind his dark trousers and steel-toed boots.
Bron’s face is harsh and square-jawed, scarred from years of suppressing labor uprisings and keeping slaves in line along the endless stone spans of Tequila Wolf. Heavy leather and iron vambraces wrap his forearms, bruised and dented from shattering weapons with his bare hands. When he walks, the wooden planks and stone blocks beneath him groan under his immense weight. He rarely carries a weapon—his colossal, callous-covered fists are more than enough to crush anyone who dares interrupt the World Government's grand construction.
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