With a single enemy close by still alive and kicking, Lyun stomps forward hoping to make good use of the opening created by his two magick wielding allies. He holsters his hand axe, Ia still tightly held close with his off hand despite her complaints.
As the brigand ducks below a noxious smoke cloud, the brute pulls out the relic Makeen gave him back at the ziggurat, wondering if he'd be able to mirror even half of the expertise needed for a trained blade to deftly dance around a heavy and sluggish axe wielder. If that ancient blade could still be called a weapon, even.
One messy swing later, the brigand lies face down gurgling blood, his neck all but crushed by the impact of the blade's dull edge.
Lyun: "Hm..."
As the brigand ducks below a noxious smoke cloud, the brute pulls out the relic Makeen gave him back at the ziggurat, wondering if he'd be able to mirror even half of the expertise needed for a trained blade to deftly dance around a heavy and sluggish axe wielder. If that ancient blade could still be called a weapon, even.
One messy swing later, the brigand lies face down gurgling blood, his neck all but crushed by the impact of the blade's dull edge.
Lyun: "Hm..."
Lyun moves to P-22 and attacks Axe Brigand #4 with his Ancient Blade, dealing 14 damage and killing them. Gains 20xp.