Ideally, either a cataphract of some sort, armored to the teeth and impervious to the blows I receive while smashing, rending and slaughtering my enemies in droves.
or
At the opposite end, some sort of well armed mounted archer with a VERY fast horse, able to shoot down enemies from a safe distance and run the hell away before being caught!
Also a great likelyhood that I'd inadvertently end up some sort of Gaesatae as well-looking on my younger days, when faced with physical confrontation, I had a scary tendency to really just go berzerk, sort of see red, and become 100% aggressive without a thought for my own well being left- really weird, I was a skinny little 145lb guy at the time and actually scared off several guys much bigger/stronger than myself, that could have easily twisted me into a pretzel. Fear does strange things to me sometimes.
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