Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190522145433/@comment-33787399-20190602133526

Jehan rose to his feet as he dashed to the side of the terrain, intending to flank his opponents, getting out of the way of the earth spell long before it had reached him. As he kept his distance but nonetheless approached, his weapons lit up with a red, crimson hue. He held them in the air as he hurled the sword at the shaman, who he deemed the gravest threat, followed by throwing the dagger at the nearest Minotaur. The weapons did not rotate in the air as a throwing knife would -- instead they were headed straight for their mark, their ends pointed and ready to pierce through anything or bury itself in anyone that might stand in their way.

He did so seemingly effortlessly, clearly not utilzing his raw strength alone. But as far as he knew, he was the sole spellsword that combined magic and weaponry the way he did. The act of discarding one's weapons becomes a weapon in and of itself.

As he kept his distance but simultaneously in range for casting spells, his fingers crackled with blue lightning. Extending one of his hands, wrapped in in fur gloves and plate armor, he followed up with casting a chain of raw lightning, intending to drain the spellcaster's magic and deal out some damage to any other nearby minotaur.

If his initial attack had landed, poison would be running through their veins. It was now up to whatever the woman had brewed to do its work, if it was effective on these hulking creatures.