Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171119084215

(Hound) "A man's got as much a right to try as anybody else!  Not everyone can be a bloody Incubus!"

The taunt seems to strike a nerve. Eothred lunges again, this time with deadly aim driven not by anger, but renewed precision. Marcus had no choice but to block three times in a row with the flat of his greatsword, Eothred's attacks coming at angles designed to counter any dodging short of backing completely away.

Then, thebopening of Eothred's backswing, Marcus counters in a way that could never be dodged by a normal man. He blocks one last time, then swings the guard of his greatsword in an underhand arc, batting Eothred away as if he were hit by a charging oxen. His breastplate takes the brunt of the force, but its straps snap in places as he is sent into a sideways arc, finally crashing to the ground and rolling a few times to a stop, his armor positioned in odd ways, partially separated from his torso. He is breathing, but he doesn't move.

She has been neighing and bucking, but how his horse has had enough. Jerking her head, she breaks one side of her reins amd unravels the other. Within two leaps she is beside the fallen body of her master, raising her hooves, trying to club anyone who would come near.