Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150625175213

(( *rages* ))

Sander cursed in his thoughts. His plan was executed flawlessly, yet somehow it didn't work out. he had the advantage, and now he had been lowered down to the man's level of chances and odds.

The surprise factor wasn't gone yet, though. He had only just managed to block his cleaver, and had to use both of his weapons to do so.

He pressed the cleaver's switch, as the blade flicked in its short range position. As the weapon was mere inches away from Iscariot, the blade would either slash his head or the area between his shoulder and throat, and it would conjoin with the hilt to bring forth speed rather than strength.

The weapon transformed, as the blade was brought down on Iscariot rapidly due to the transformation ability and versatility of the weapon.

''Using both of your weapons to block.. still dazed by sudden appearance... range is perfect for me.. didn't attack me yet.. weapons locked and too close to dodge in time.. Now you're mine. That cut will incinerate  your fucking body the moment it cuts you, and your fucking regeneration won't help you with that.''

He started becoming nostalgic. How no regeneration was strong enough against the weapon - be it daedra, undead or mortal, how he had burned Jackson alive with it..

Even if Iscariot would still manage to dodge the hit, he was still at an advantage. As the bayonets would be locked between the hilt and the blade, he could easily disarm the man by merely pulling away his cleaver. In terms of strength, he was stronger. Disarmed, the vigilant won't pose as much of a threat.

He hoped it wouldn't come to the latter possibility. Not much would make it come as far as to that.