Despite D’Angelo’s skill he was still human and had to face his limits. That dagger had hurt, but it was like a emptying a bucket into the ocean. His life was one full of pain, of torture and it was a state of being that he was accustomed to. So while he was aware of the wound on his leg it did nothing to hinder his movement nor did it cause him to slow in the slightest. His blade struck Daxius’s hilt with no effect, a pity.
He watched his opponent’s movements, keenly aware of the threat that still lingered behind him. The creatures arm movements made the telegraphed weapon an irritation, nothing more. D’Angelo dove out and to his right, his opponents left, so that he would come up in a role still relatively in front of Dax, slightly more to his opponents left.
His evasion proved more successful than he imagined. He evaded the chain weapon, but when the runes glowed, then let off a detonation he was far enough away to suffer only the flash of heat and the shockwave that an explosion always produced.
Now once again standing D’Angelo’s two swords were sheathed and his hands worked at the pouches on his belt. “Are you finished running?” He asked, gaining control of his breathing and making sure not to rush forward into anymore daggers. At least if the creature went for his sword D'Angelo would easily be able to cut him off and force him to engage at close range.
He watched his opponent’s movements, keenly aware of the threat that still lingered behind him. The creatures arm movements made the telegraphed weapon an irritation, nothing more. D’Angelo dove out and to his right, his opponents left, so that he would come up in a role still relatively in front of Dax, slightly more to his opponents left.
His evasion proved more successful than he imagined. He evaded the chain weapon, but when the runes glowed, then let off a detonation he was far enough away to suffer only the flash of heat and the shockwave that an explosion always produced.
Now once again standing D’Angelo’s two swords were sheathed and his hands worked at the pouches on his belt. “Are you finished running?” He asked, gaining control of his breathing and making sure not to rush forward into anymore daggers. At least if the creature went for his sword D'Angelo would easily be able to cut him off and force him to engage at close range.