Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-5543592-20150720171327

Scire watched the Orc come at him, and watched further as his aura flared red, warning impending attack. Scire knew just went to duck, although it would be harder if not near impossible if the Orc had been calm- his ability was useless when facing well-trained enemies who did not even flinch under pressure, and the shield soared of his head, leaing a gust of wind behind that brushed his hair.

As Scire ducked, in a single motion,  He dropped his bow and drew his dagger. He pulled the dagger free in a strike, dropping to a crouch and slashing out at the Orc's thigh.