Carver spun to keep his eyes on the enemy, gritting his teeth as the blade crashed into his back. The blow was of no consequence - he was either dead, and he had failed, or he wasn't, and he would continue fighting.

He couldn't match this man for agility, that much was certain. Better to just wear him down, then. Carver stepped forward, his shield raised over his shoulder, and lunged, attempting to slam the shield ( with his body right behind it) into his opponent.