Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150302133749/@comment-24530992-20150308052109

Bryce turned to face the forces. His hands had a strange glow to them, having to resort to hand to hand until he got the spear back. He didn't have enough time to draw his blades, unfortunately. The first one that encountered him had suffered a fatal blow to the head, the Breton's fist nearly cracking his skull. He used the shield to hold them all off, until he retrieved the spear, where he began to easily impale and finish some off. The most damage he had taken was a bleeding lip and a small cut above his left eyebrow. What seemed to be a breeze for the Lord was a difficult experience for the city guards. They continued to try and hold them off, but they were being killed off easily. Bryce cursed, continuing to cut them down, taking minimal damage.