Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-5824038-20160220210858

Glorfindel realised what the creature was doing. He couldn't parry it or block it, his arms were in the wrong place. But there was something he could do.

The Brass Knight bowed his head low, and closed his eyes. The pincer flew at his throat, but it hit his helmet instead, as he had positioned it to intercept the blow. Glorfindel was struck with a great force by the natural weapon, and reeled backwards, his vision temporarily gone and his head pounding.

The helmet had absorbed most of the impact, but his head hurt. A lot. Staggering backwards, out of the way, he tried to shake off the intense pain and dizzyness.