With a savage blast, another hail of shot came down, than another, and another; it was a lead rain who did not know the meaning of the word "chill out" and pounded the knight's position. It paused for a second, a reprieve from the action but twas a false break as a hand reached around and grabbed Ezekial from behind his cover. With the knight in a solid, geometric grasp, the warrior bashed his struggling opponent with the butt end of his stick before delivering a solid strike, throwing Ezekial (thankfully) behind another bit of cover. Proud with its display of martial strength, the cubekin raised his round shield in celebration and waved his arms like they were noodles.

[@Ezekial Wolffe]