fellowknight
The Devil In The Details
Barnan slid his Iron legion longsword into it's sheathe as he flipped out his two iron daggers. he twirled the small handles until they were in his palms, the he flipped the daggers and caught them by the tip. The first one found it's way into the orc's shoulder, and the second dug into his lower right rib cage, puncturing his liver. As the orc turned in pain and rage, bearing a face only a mother could love, Barnan went into action. His hands immediately went for the handle of the burly being's axe, struggling to free it from his hands. When the orc failed to comply, Barnan gripped the axe firmly with both hands and rammed it into his nose, breaking it with a sickening snap.
As the orc recoiled in sudden pain, the axe was Barnan's. However, the orc recovered faster than expected and was soon throwing a left hook at Barnan's head. Barnan rolled into a dodge, slicing into the orc's right knee, severing his knee cap along with multiple muscles. Stopping in a kneel behind the orc, He brought the axe into the back of his knee, lodging it in the bone. As Barnan struggled to pull it free, the orc flipped around, grabbed the back of Barnan's bald head, and rammed his left knee into it, knocking him on his back.
"You're gonna pay for that one, you filthy elf scum!" The orc rumbled, ripping the axe from the back of his knee and approaching Barnan. Then Barnan spotted something that made him smirk.
"Am i?" He retorted, before the orc went wide-eyed at the loud thud behind him. He immediately dropped his axe and fell to his knees, turning just in time to see Soldin's Warhammer smash into his skull. Barnan leaned his head back and sighed into the sky, glad the orc was dead, and looked back down to see Soldin offering a hand. He took it, and stood back to his feet.
"Come on, let's go see how many of these bastards we can kill, eh?"
"Agreed." Barnan replied, taking a deep breath before recovering both his daggers and following Soldin up a few rotten, wooden steps to the wall. Almost as soon as he was on the wall, he saw an unaware archer, scared stiff amidst the chaos. When he turned in Barnan's direction, Barnan rammed a legion boot into the bandit's crotch, then smashed his face against Barnan's knee. In the time span of two seconds of seeing the commander appear to his right, he pushed the bandit towards her and he fell on her sword Then he flipped to his left, seeing the blood-filled gore-riddled tangle between multiple squad mates and filthy, angry-looking (and might i add unsanitary) bandits. Some bandits managed to slip past and through the tangle, in which Barnan handled them with his sword.
A bandit ran from the tangle, Barnan's left, sword raised to strike. Barnan countered his stroke and sliced upwards across his chest and neck. Another ran towards his right, stumbling from the tangle and unaware of Barnan's presence. Barnan fell to one knee, as the bandit slid onto his sword as smoothly as butter. The Ranger shot a hand up, gripping the man's neck as he pulled himself up, ripping the sword from the man's stomach and pancreas. As that man fell, he turned at the sound of a hiss and saw Shadari cornered by the ledge with three bandits approaching. His instincts and gut urged him to jump in, but his brain ordered him to stay. In ten mere seconds she dropped all of the men and even had time to flash the Ranger a razor -filled glare. His brain laughed with logic and i told you so as his instincts and gut shut up. He was about to turn to check on the squad when a buff bandit boomed out of nowhere, and took Barnan off the wall into the courtyard.
He crashed into a wooden cart, smashing it to pieces and chunks. Barnan groaned in pain, flipping the bandit off his chest. Then he got atop the burly nord and raised his right and left fists, smashing them repeatedly in his skull. It seemed like forever before be felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. Barnan turned, in the heat of anger, and punched Soldin square in the jaw. Barnan took a few moments to realize who it was before apologizing quietly. "Sor...Sorry, Soldin." He half-whispered, as he saw Soldin holding his jaw sorely. "It's...ah!...It's alright. You ok?" He asked. "Yea, i'm fine. You're the one with the broken jaw." He retorted. As Soldin was making a remark, they both saw a group of around six bandits approaching. The Ranger and wolf took a second to look at each other, before unsheathing their weapons and charging forward.
As the orc recoiled in sudden pain, the axe was Barnan's. However, the orc recovered faster than expected and was soon throwing a left hook at Barnan's head. Barnan rolled into a dodge, slicing into the orc's right knee, severing his knee cap along with multiple muscles. Stopping in a kneel behind the orc, He brought the axe into the back of his knee, lodging it in the bone. As Barnan struggled to pull it free, the orc flipped around, grabbed the back of Barnan's bald head, and rammed his left knee into it, knocking him on his back.
"You're gonna pay for that one, you filthy elf scum!" The orc rumbled, ripping the axe from the back of his knee and approaching Barnan. Then Barnan spotted something that made him smirk.
"Am i?" He retorted, before the orc went wide-eyed at the loud thud behind him. He immediately dropped his axe and fell to his knees, turning just in time to see Soldin's Warhammer smash into his skull. Barnan leaned his head back and sighed into the sky, glad the orc was dead, and looked back down to see Soldin offering a hand. He took it, and stood back to his feet.
"Come on, let's go see how many of these bastards we can kill, eh?"
"Agreed." Barnan replied, taking a deep breath before recovering both his daggers and following Soldin up a few rotten, wooden steps to the wall. Almost as soon as he was on the wall, he saw an unaware archer, scared stiff amidst the chaos. When he turned in Barnan's direction, Barnan rammed a legion boot into the bandit's crotch, then smashed his face against Barnan's knee. In the time span of two seconds of seeing the commander appear to his right, he pushed the bandit towards her and he fell on her sword Then he flipped to his left, seeing the blood-filled gore-riddled tangle between multiple squad mates and filthy, angry-looking (and might i add unsanitary) bandits. Some bandits managed to slip past and through the tangle, in which Barnan handled them with his sword.
A bandit ran from the tangle, Barnan's left, sword raised to strike. Barnan countered his stroke and sliced upwards across his chest and neck. Another ran towards his right, stumbling from the tangle and unaware of Barnan's presence. Barnan fell to one knee, as the bandit slid onto his sword as smoothly as butter. The Ranger shot a hand up, gripping the man's neck as he pulled himself up, ripping the sword from the man's stomach and pancreas. As that man fell, he turned at the sound of a hiss and saw Shadari cornered by the ledge with three bandits approaching. His instincts and gut urged him to jump in, but his brain ordered him to stay. In ten mere seconds she dropped all of the men and even had time to flash the Ranger a razor -filled glare. His brain laughed with logic and i told you so as his instincts and gut shut up. He was about to turn to check on the squad when a buff bandit boomed out of nowhere, and took Barnan off the wall into the courtyard.
He crashed into a wooden cart, smashing it to pieces and chunks. Barnan groaned in pain, flipping the bandit off his chest. Then he got atop the burly nord and raised his right and left fists, smashing them repeatedly in his skull. It seemed like forever before be felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. Barnan turned, in the heat of anger, and punched Soldin square in the jaw. Barnan took a few moments to realize who it was before apologizing quietly. "Sor...Sorry, Soldin." He half-whispered, as he saw Soldin holding his jaw sorely. "It's...ah!...It's alright. You ok?" He asked. "Yea, i'm fine. You're the one with the broken jaw." He retorted. As Soldin was making a remark, they both saw a group of around six bandits approaching. The Ranger and wolf took a second to look at each other, before unsheathing their weapons and charging forward.