Post by Konaa on Nov 6, 2014 20:42:01 GMT -5
Even as the fatal axe blow came, Myone stood his ground, legs still trembling from the force of the blows he'd received. It was a testament to his resolve that he could even fight on in his condition - he needed a few moments to recover before he could start moving at high speeds again. The pirate raised his sword in a defensive posture, grimly aware that he couldn't completely block what was coming. Even so, he wasn't about to go down without taking a stand...
But the blow never came. In an instant, he saw that spinning weapon and understood that he'd been saved.
Kelsi Bulwark, huh...? His hand moved toward his ribs, clutching almost unconsciously at the injuries he'd sustained. It looked like he was going to get his moment to recover, thanks to this unexpected save. Unexpected for him, anyway, he certainly wasn't expecting her to have interfered after their less than friendly conversation the previous night. Vaguely, it occurred to him that he still didn't understand her at all.
The swordsman slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. "Who asked you to - ghhk - step in, shipwright?" He didn't really expect her to answer or even hear that, but as she said, he had his pride and it insisted he at least make some sort of comment like that.
Pushing himself off, Myone hefted his blade once more and took a few steps forward, still catching his breath. He watched blankly as the shipbuilder girl went to work on Bardolf Becker, seeming to have the advantage - before once again, the berserker's rage granted him strength past what either he or she could counter. His eyes narrowed at the sight of that fury...Some sort of technique, his own natural disposition weaponized.
If it's come down to that - Even if he can't feel pain, that doesn't mean his body is immune to damage. The course of battle became clear to him. Myone's grip tightened about his sword's hilt, the few moments of respite sufficient for him to regain some strength. For the moment, he was able to ignore the pain coursing through his body.
Both of his hands rested upon the hilt of his katana, the beaten and rough steel shifting in place. The swordsman's posture was stiff, rooted, one foot in front of the other. A heavy atmosphere seemed to set around his form...His utter focus giving off an aura of sorts. Kicking off the ground once more, he pulled his sword over his head and swung it down, the apex of this strike aimed directly where his mind's eye had envisioned.
"Wolf's Hunting Cry!"
The makeshift blade embedded itself right into the joint of Bardock Becker's right elbow, his axe arm- with a sickening squelch, blood flowing freely outward. The man's responding roar of pain was enough to shake the foundations of the very building they fought within, but Myone held steady, jaw clenched, determined to cripple the man.
But the blow never came. In an instant, he saw that spinning weapon and understood that he'd been saved.
Kelsi Bulwark, huh...? His hand moved toward his ribs, clutching almost unconsciously at the injuries he'd sustained. It looked like he was going to get his moment to recover, thanks to this unexpected save. Unexpected for him, anyway, he certainly wasn't expecting her to have interfered after their less than friendly conversation the previous night. Vaguely, it occurred to him that he still didn't understand her at all.
The swordsman slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. "Who asked you to - ghhk - step in, shipwright?" He didn't really expect her to answer or even hear that, but as she said, he had his pride and it insisted he at least make some sort of comment like that.
Pushing himself off, Myone hefted his blade once more and took a few steps forward, still catching his breath. He watched blankly as the shipbuilder girl went to work on Bardolf Becker, seeming to have the advantage - before once again, the berserker's rage granted him strength past what either he or she could counter. His eyes narrowed at the sight of that fury...Some sort of technique, his own natural disposition weaponized.
If it's come down to that - Even if he can't feel pain, that doesn't mean his body is immune to damage. The course of battle became clear to him. Myone's grip tightened about his sword's hilt, the few moments of respite sufficient for him to regain some strength. For the moment, he was able to ignore the pain coursing through his body.
Both of his hands rested upon the hilt of his katana, the beaten and rough steel shifting in place. The swordsman's posture was stiff, rooted, one foot in front of the other. A heavy atmosphere seemed to set around his form...His utter focus giving off an aura of sorts. Kicking off the ground once more, he pulled his sword over his head and swung it down, the apex of this strike aimed directly where his mind's eye had envisioned.
"Wolf's Hunting Cry!"
The makeshift blade embedded itself right into the joint of Bardock Becker's right elbow, his axe arm- with a sickening squelch, blood flowing freely outward. The man's responding roar of pain was enough to shake the foundations of the very building they fought within, but Myone held steady, jaw clenched, determined to cripple the man.