Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171125062155

(Hound) Eothred narrows his eyes in disbelief, peering through the slits of his helmet. The fight had just gone from dangerous to absurd, and he couldn't tell if he was being patronized, or if he was being insulted. That it was probably both only got deeper under his skin, and a kind of seething anger crawled on him, a familiar frustration that he's felt many times.

''Nothing for it but to buy some time and hope someone else gets a hit in. Bugger this...''

Staving off anger and focusing, he closes again, as he has done before, measured swings of his Silver sword failing to meet their mark again and again. He swings wide, something easily taken advantage of for someone of higher speed...