Schulze aimed straight for the neck, a single quick, no-nonsense strike directly into the windpipe. Nawar could only try to quick-draw his blade, failing utterly in that, yet his shoulder nudged Schulze's attack just enough to make his blade go in underneath his helmet, stabbing into his jaw instead and cutting off a large chunk of his left chin, bringing along some of his teeth as well. He could only gurgle and try to scream as Schulze tried to rip off his helmet by raw instinct for a second slash, Tasket would try to roll Schulze off, but that only hindered his Masters' situation, making his head slam into the ground while Schulze jumped off in time, smacking away his flame-blade and its' specially modified scabbard.
Tasket threw off his master and went into a rage, blatantly and viciously going to maul Schulze, deflecting the first strike from the big cats' helmet-mounted horn, but now he was certainly trapped in such a horrible position... if he didn't think fast and stab the pussy (hah) straight in the chest with his own master's blade, not damaging the creature underneath, but making its' less armored underbelly even an easier target and saving himself from a trip to the morgue. It threw away the then stuck blade and took a precious moment to try and charge another swipe of its' claws.
Will Schulze dodge? Or use the opportunity to attempt a fatally risky riposte? After such a heads-on attack, he really should try to dodge... but the glory!
In any case, Nawar is definitely out of the fight, his helmet being thrown off, and missing a good portion of his lower face. He continued gurgling, attempting to re-regulate his own breathing (and likely check to see if his face was okay.. newsflash: it isn't.).
All the others heard and saw was insanely quick, all that happening in a scant few seconds at most. One second, Schulze was going in, the next Nawar was on the ground writhing in pain and Nickolaus was directly in the path of an incoming swipe from Taskets' mighty paws. Now would be a good time to start shooting the cat, the ranged fighters would see.
Tasket threw off his master and went into a rage, blatantly and viciously going to maul Schulze, deflecting the first strike from the big cats' helmet-mounted horn, but now he was certainly trapped in such a horrible position... if he didn't think fast and stab the pussy (hah) straight in the chest with his own master's blade, not damaging the creature underneath, but making its' less armored underbelly even an easier target and saving himself from a trip to the morgue. It threw away the then stuck blade and took a precious moment to try and charge another swipe of its' claws.
Will Schulze dodge? Or use the opportunity to attempt a fatally risky riposte? After such a heads-on attack, he really should try to dodge... but the glory!
In any case, Nawar is definitely out of the fight, his helmet being thrown off, and missing a good portion of his lower face. He continued gurgling, attempting to re-regulate his own breathing (and likely check to see if his face was okay.. newsflash: it isn't.).
All the others heard and saw was insanely quick, all that happening in a scant few seconds at most. One second, Schulze was going in, the next Nawar was on the ground writhing in pain and Nickolaus was directly in the path of an incoming swipe from Taskets' mighty paws. Now would be a good time to start shooting the cat, the ranged fighters would see.