Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161119113716/@comment-24530992-20161123033206

Stauntax stopped and entered the alley. The man with the knife spun around, raising his dagger up in defense.

"Ugh, another one of those hero types. Piss off, would you? I'm a little busy," he said, twirling it with his fingers before lunging at Stauntax. The latter deflected it and delivered a kick to the gut, but the armor on him stopped it from doing much damage. The Breton then closed in, swiping at his arm. The opponent's dagger shoved his arm away, but Stauntax delivered another attack, bringing his dagger down and lacerating the assassin's thigh. He was clearly in discomfort, but that wouldn't stop him. He continued to let on, unleashing a flurry of attacks. At this point, Stauntax was simply maneuvering around them, hindering the foe by wearing him out. He waited patiently for Elric to arrive and take the petty assassin down by surprise.