Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171118032755

(Hound) "Wouldn't---hnng!---know.  Haven't been there in---nnghuh!--two years..."

Their blades ring as they clash again and again. Eothred focuses on the fight, not giving into distraction, even though by now he sees he's going to have to become very, very lucky to land a hit.

Then, the approaching footfalls can be heard, even through the sounds of their duel.

Finally...now maybe I can land something before he---

As Kurga yanks his horse by her reins, he catches it out of the corner of his eye. He watches for a moment too long, distracted by her welfare, when Marcus cuffs him and sends him sprawling.

He flies back in an arc and lands on one shoulder with a crash and a gasp of pain, a sharp ringing piercing the air.

Fighting a man is one thing, as getting batted around and knocked to the ground repeatedly is usually not an occurrence. But this...

He gets to his knees, his head ringing like a bell, his upper body telling him he's about to break something. His visor's catch has come loose, and its half-open shell blocks his vision completely. Panting hard, he closes it and makes sure it's secure, before reaching out and picking up his sword.

...His now broken sword. He looks at the handle in his hand.

He swears, quickly looking around. Maybe...

He sees it. He dives for the business half of his broken halberd. He jumps to his feet with renewed energy, brandishing the bladed upper half of the broken DRS halberd like a battle axe.

Yet again he closes with Marcus, switching stances for his new weapon, conserving his swings and keeping them for attacks of opportunity.

Where in the bloody hell IS everybody?!