Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161129145539/@comment-24530992-20161208144547

Stauntax continued to fight as hard as he could. His blades cut through enemies' flesh like a hot knife through butter, a red haze spurting out of any enemy that was unlucky enough to be within his swords' reach. He couldn't keep up for forever though. He was starting to slow down as the battle continued, his reactions becoming more delayed. He hardly knew of his companions being hurt as he was busy focusing on battling.

A foe approached him from behind, brandishing their greatsword proudly as they swung widely at the Breton. He rolled under it and kicked as hard as he could at their knees, causing them to buckle slightly. The brute let out a grunt and turned, regaining his balance. Stauntax was a blur, appearing behind him, delivering an Ambush followed by an armor piercing blow. This only angered the enemy more. He spun around, his fury blinding him as he tossed his sword aside, looking for the now invisible Scion. Once he made his appearance again, he reacted quickly, diving and tackling Stauntax.

He was quickly driven into the dirt, his dual blades knocked from his grasp. "Fuck," he growled, trying to reach for one before the orc grabbed his wrist and pinned it, rendering him immobile. Stauntax managed to wriggle his other hand free from beneath him, the Orc reacting quickly, punching the Breton square in the nose, easily breaking it. This only enraged Stauntax. The orc delivered another blow to his chin, splitting it open. It was the last blow he managed before the Breton mustered the rest of his strength and rolled over, the orc now beneath the nightblade. He pulled his sword from the ground nearby and drove it directly into the Orc's throat. A sickening gargling noise was emitted as the Orrc's last words before he fell silent.

Stauntax let out a sigh of relief, grabbing his other sword, doing his best to ignore the pain coming from his bloodied face. This was no time to slow down, he thought, as the battle was still raging. He wiped blood dripping from his nose and chin, doing his best to resume fighting.