Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200502002100

"So it seems we have aggravated those lifeless entities. By his grace, I do not bear any regret for the action I have commited to. You are free to present your counter-arguments, which, I am certain you will". The man gestures his fluorescent mace toward the trio larping at him, arming his idle hand in what looked like a set of hand signs.

''Before long, the clank of the footsteps, once slow and threatening, becomes spring-full and filled with intent, seeing the mace-wielding one take a step ahead of its ilk. The twin swordsmen spring in behind it, gauging their blades on their palm like it served as a reticle. The man sees their intent. The blunt of the mace would disorient him, leaving more than enough time for the two to fence him in, skewing him through the gaps of his armor.''

''Unwilling to feel whether their weapons could pierce the plates clinging to his body, the man takes to the offense, charging at the trio, his mace risen high, ready to intercept any metal slamming his way. He sees them, the twins spinning across the mace wielder's running path, trying to confuse him, force him into a defensive posture.''

''Instead, he charges forth, his freen hand taking his weapon's place in the air as the construct's mace strikes down. A crack spark of lightning seeps from the mace's velocity, stopping close to his hand, a smaller, more contained dome of force holding it back. His technique.''

One that he immediately retaliates to "It seems your counter-argument has fallen short. Allow me to present a rebutal". His enchanted mace swings upward, strongly pushing the construct backward in a brutal force against the bulk of a tree.

''The twin swordsmen waste no time pondering what happened, their emeral eyes glimmering with what looked like the assessement to a new tactic. They jump in, thrusting swords in hands just as the mn had lowered his shield. A fencing brawl occurs seeing their blades shimmer in the light of day, deadly flashes dotting at the man. Every time, his mace appears on the horizon, batting them away just as another comes in, spotting an opportunity in his seemingly dropped guard.''

''Blade and mace collide as footsteps bite deep in the soil, turning and forwarding, back and side-stepping. Their mechanical strength is only shadowed by the seeming aclarity that hones them. Still, despite his outnumbered state, it was becoming clear that they had no true way of fencing through to him. Unlike the deceased wooden deer, they lacked the power that it held.''

''One of them spots what looked like an opportunity, seeing the man bat away its twin's clash away, his hand wildly swinging. It downs its sword, hoping to catch his head underneath...only to see its blade sparkling on the gauntlet of the man, the dome, briefly flickered to eat at its kinetic slam.''

Its blade held between the clutches of his hand, he swings straight at its head, pulverizing its head with a solid arcane punt...