07-22-2014, 01:52 AM
Bor hurtled over the hill top, booted feet pounding as he followed his employer and Barry into the fray. He had lagged behind purposefully to arrive last, and his efforts were rewarded as he spotted the lone spearman who wasn't actually engaged in melee with anyone. Instead he noted the javelins and their deadly purpose, and sprinted headlong at the man in a blurring fury.
The spearmen heard him coming in his clattering armor, and shifted aim to hurl a javelin. Bor brought his glaive up in a flashing slice and deflected the attack, still thundering down on his prey. The spearman switched tactics and snatched up his spear to defend himself, but the switch was his own undoing. As he stood back up Bor leapt in a mighty arc, his glaive high above his head in a great swing.
He came down with crushing force, feeling the hot pain as the spearman's weapon pieced his side, but his own struck true. With a mighty blow, his glaive struck straight through the spearman's skull, cleaving it in twain, and lodged itself in his breastbone. His body collapsed like a puppet who's strings had been cut, and Bor wrenched his blade free with a grunt of effort. He looked about for a new target, panting slightly as his bloodlust warred with the pain of the spear lodged firmly in his rib.
The spearmen heard him coming in his clattering armor, and shifted aim to hurl a javelin. Bor brought his glaive up in a flashing slice and deflected the attack, still thundering down on his prey. The spearman switched tactics and snatched up his spear to defend himself, but the switch was his own undoing. As he stood back up Bor leapt in a mighty arc, his glaive high above his head in a great swing.
He came down with crushing force, feeling the hot pain as the spearman's weapon pieced his side, but his own struck true. With a mighty blow, his glaive struck straight through the spearman's skull, cleaving it in twain, and lodged itself in his breastbone. His body collapsed like a puppet who's strings had been cut, and Bor wrenched his blade free with a grunt of effort. He looked about for a new target, panting slightly as his bloodlust warred with the pain of the spear lodged firmly in his rib.