Thanny
The Destined Undestined
Varna Husk - Northwest Flank
Mention & Interaction - noxrequiem Kurteth
The archer, much like his fellow that Varna had slain beforehand, was too shocked to handle the strain of Seth ( Kurteth ) as he rushed in with the yell of a man in bloody rage. His bow arm failed him miserably, aiming in a rush and shot far too far to the left. The aftermath was not pretty. The force of the blow was enough to cut through flesh and bone, and while not enough to slash through him in entirety left a clean wound that carved deep enough to take only the best healers to heal proper. Barring that possibility, and if assuming Seth did not land a final blow while the bowman was too wracked in pain and panic to flee proper, he would never be able to use a bow again.
A little ways away, wild-haired Varna issued a manic smile that blossomed from the archer's being occupied by the newcomer. Even with the arrow still stuck after biting fiercely into his arm, the man was glad that there was a counterattack in the making, and that others helped with pressing the advantage and taking down the weaker support. That provided him with the time to fend off the enemy before him that charged with axe raised over his shoulder even over the distance of twenty meters between them. Varna took special attention to the enemy's garb. The opponent was clad in better armour than Varna's cloth and with a fur helm that staved off the cool of the night. Varna considered the helm to be nice to claim afterward, but first things first: he had to win.
The two axes clashed as Varna readied a defensive parry, and both weapons bounced free at odd angles. Varna had thought it enough to teeter his opponent, but the fighter was more trained than the rookie archers that had been claimed by Seth and himself. The weapon was brought back in, the enemy stepping a half-step back and providing a bit more room for recovery while still providing stability. A useful trick, thought Varna. Perhaps he should use that sometime.
His opponent kept attacking with a hail of blows, battering at Varna's defenses. Things might have looked bleak, but Varna had a plan and made his weapon descend, spinning out of the way of the axe and twirling counterclockwise. The enemy axe fell harmlessly by and cut only air, while Varna's axe took a long arc and met the flesh of the enemy fighter's chest while he tried to recover.
Thunk. Thud.
With blood pulsing quickly in his veins, Varna stumbled forward, breathing heavily. He had claimed his second life in this conflict, and he wondered how many more would fall before he did. He had no intent on dying, however, and slung his bloodied axe over his shoulder, checking on the situation. The archer had fallen, which left the one fending off against another axeman. He charged towards Branwen ( noxrequiem ), aiming to hack at the axe wielder she was fighting against. Perhaps when he had fallen she can answer some questions as to who she was and why she was here. He did not recall her from before.
Mention & Interaction - noxrequiem Kurteth
The archer, much like his fellow that Varna had slain beforehand, was too shocked to handle the strain of Seth ( Kurteth ) as he rushed in with the yell of a man in bloody rage. His bow arm failed him miserably, aiming in a rush and shot far too far to the left. The aftermath was not pretty. The force of the blow was enough to cut through flesh and bone, and while not enough to slash through him in entirety left a clean wound that carved deep enough to take only the best healers to heal proper. Barring that possibility, and if assuming Seth did not land a final blow while the bowman was too wracked in pain and panic to flee proper, he would never be able to use a bow again.
A little ways away, wild-haired Varna issued a manic smile that blossomed from the archer's being occupied by the newcomer. Even with the arrow still stuck after biting fiercely into his arm, the man was glad that there was a counterattack in the making, and that others helped with pressing the advantage and taking down the weaker support. That provided him with the time to fend off the enemy before him that charged with axe raised over his shoulder even over the distance of twenty meters between them. Varna took special attention to the enemy's garb. The opponent was clad in better armour than Varna's cloth and with a fur helm that staved off the cool of the night. Varna considered the helm to be nice to claim afterward, but first things first: he had to win.
The two axes clashed as Varna readied a defensive parry, and both weapons bounced free at odd angles. Varna had thought it enough to teeter his opponent, but the fighter was more trained than the rookie archers that had been claimed by Seth and himself. The weapon was brought back in, the enemy stepping a half-step back and providing a bit more room for recovery while still providing stability. A useful trick, thought Varna. Perhaps he should use that sometime.
His opponent kept attacking with a hail of blows, battering at Varna's defenses. Things might have looked bleak, but Varna had a plan and made his weapon descend, spinning out of the way of the axe and twirling counterclockwise. The enemy axe fell harmlessly by and cut only air, while Varna's axe took a long arc and met the flesh of the enemy fighter's chest while he tried to recover.
Thunk. Thud.
With blood pulsing quickly in his veins, Varna stumbled forward, breathing heavily. He had claimed his second life in this conflict, and he wondered how many more would fall before he did. He had no intent on dying, however, and slung his bloodied axe over his shoulder, checking on the situation. The archer had fallen, which left the one fending off against another axeman. He charged towards Branwen ( noxrequiem ), aiming to hack at the axe wielder she was fighting against. Perhaps when he had fallen she can answer some questions as to who she was and why she was here. He did not recall her from before.