Carver grimaced as the flail crashed into his side again. This wasn't working - the flail had reach and power that he couldn't hope to match, and the man's armor was far too much for his sword. He wracked his brain for a moment before arriving at an answer. The flail needed a strong swing to build up power - getting far wouldn't help, so he'd just have to get close.

With a roar, Carver launched himself at his enemy, shield raised, attempting to tackle him to the ground with the full weight of his armor.