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Dartega watched as his blade passed harmlessly before his opponent, merely slicing off a few strands of hair before lodging itself into the scorched earth with a metallic Ting! The savage moved with an unnatural speed, probably even surpassing that of his own. Although Dartega had not expected to miss with the slash completely, he was still prepared with a follow up, the second strike in the series of a combination he had practiced countless times before.
Maintaining a half guard with his left hand, and having Bozar still grasped firmly within, he yanked K'Girr free with his right hand and sharply twisted, rotating his hips and redirecting the sword to slice through his opponent horizontally and just above the waist line, through the soft tissue of the abdomen. Even though his opponent might be heavily armored, the force of the blow alone would be enough to rupture organs and cause internal bleeding, potentially resulting in a slow and agonizingly painful death.
For some reason, however, Dartega doubted that his blade would meet it's mark, even when his opponent appeared to be completely open. The wild man was definitely up to something, lungs full of air, likely ready to exhale and explode with a maneuver of his own. Still, he wondered how the savage could possibly avoid the strike, his blade already in motion whilst Zande was just now drawing his battle axe.
At some point, Dartega would need to try and invoke the power of his demon blades again, although he doubted he would have another opportunity. The wild man's split second thrusting of the skewer was enough to disrupt the channel, leaving him without the full potential of his kit. It was a clutch move from a veteran combatant, to be sure. The rest of this duel might need to be settled with wit and grit alone, conditions he viewed much less favorably than one with the overwhelming power of his demon blades.
Dartega watched as his blade passed harmlessly before his opponent, merely slicing off a few strands of hair before lodging itself into the scorched earth with a metallic Ting! The savage moved with an unnatural speed, probably even surpassing that of his own. Although Dartega had not expected to miss with the slash completely, he was still prepared with a follow up, the second strike in the series of a combination he had practiced countless times before.
Maintaining a half guard with his left hand, and having Bozar still grasped firmly within, he yanked K'Girr free with his right hand and sharply twisted, rotating his hips and redirecting the sword to slice through his opponent horizontally and just above the waist line, through the soft tissue of the abdomen. Even though his opponent might be heavily armored, the force of the blow alone would be enough to rupture organs and cause internal bleeding, potentially resulting in a slow and agonizingly painful death.
For some reason, however, Dartega doubted that his blade would meet it's mark, even when his opponent appeared to be completely open. The wild man was definitely up to something, lungs full of air, likely ready to exhale and explode with a maneuver of his own. Still, he wondered how the savage could possibly avoid the strike, his blade already in motion whilst Zande was just now drawing his battle axe.
At some point, Dartega would need to try and invoke the power of his demon blades again, although he doubted he would have another opportunity. The wild man's split second thrusting of the skewer was enough to disrupt the channel, leaving him without the full potential of his kit. It was a clutch move from a veteran combatant, to be sure. The rest of this duel might need to be settled with wit and grit alone, conditions he viewed much less favorably than one with the overwhelming power of his demon blades.
