Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-31049256-20171108010327

(Hound, Marcus) Dillon tries his best to move away from Marcus' assault, but it is useless. Every bang of Marcus' fists on his shield rips away his stamina, every vibration of his shield on his arm weakening his grip. He tries the only think he can think, and attempts to parry Marcus.

The motion is slightly too late, but it is enough to glance Marcus to the side for Dillon to roll away to some breathing room.

The scout huffs, out of breath from the Wardog's relentless assault. Despite his heavy eyes and labored breathing he grips his longsword with two hands, his stance full of determination. Steeling himself he lunges forward with an upward swing, intent to swing past any guard Marcus puts up.