Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171117124742

(Hound) The horse skids and rears up with a whinny as Eothred leaves the saddle. He gives a yelp of surprise, and there is a crash as he hits the ground back-first, hitting heavily.

He lies there for a moment, heavy breathing and grunts of pain coming from his helmet, but he gets to his feet quickly. The halberd's broken haft is tossed away and he draws his sword, closing the distance, shifting his footing, feinting attacks before his sword flashes, expertly swung.

Marcus bats it away easily, as well as the subsequent attacks, but Eothred's economy of movement shows he knows what he is doing. He backs away, circling as he rests, then closes again. An overhead swing is knocked off course and the blade digs into the ground.

I'm not going to last like this against two... He thinks. Where in the hells are they?

He swings backhand, Marcus ducks nimbly, rising and clotheslining him in a swift movement. Again Eothred goes down, but this time he's ready as he rolls amd rises, his blade singing. Marcus is forced to pause, lest he get caught in its path, then closes in a heavy shoulder charge. Eothred isn't quite balanced and is his shield is forced to take the brunt, pushing him back and causing him to stagger.

As Kurga watches, she hears a deep whinny. Eothred's warhorse, determined to get back to her master, trots and charges her, rearing up and trying to club her with her DRS shod hooves.