Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150119142301/@comment-25038310-20150120193821

Antoine focused again on the battle. He ran into a large group of Akaviri, dual wielding a sword and a dagger. Instead of parrying, Antoine's nimbleness aided him greatly.

He ran through the group, jumping and rolling, dodging and evading blows gracefully. Instead of causing a blood bath, he sliced the akaviri at various vital points like throaths, wrists etc. 10 fell - no, 12, 16,.. He preffered coordinated attacks that utilized little stamina, instead of randomly slashing and dicing your sword around.

Like he is doing. He thought, looking at Hyathil from the corner of his eye.

He had gracefully killed one or two dozen Akaviri, without causing his weapons to blunt, and had accurately and precisely, and at a swift and nearly un imaginable speed, managed to do so. He didn't seem tired at all - like this was his natural battle.

He grinned at his handy work.