Merri & Bram: DREADGUARD
As the mage instinctively flung the spell at his enemy, the sight of those flickering flames drew someone else’s attention entirely. Right when the councilor was dazed, the enormous brute bearing down on him—suddenly there was a shrill whistling noise, wind tearing through armour, and a blur of motion slammed into the monster from up, up, up above, a hume-sized missile landing from the skies.
The halberd sank in. Its scaled armour deflected a great deal of the damage, but the Dreadguard was startled and distracted by the unexpected blow, at least, and so the aged dragoon leapt off and towards the copse of trees, landing beside Merrion.
“All right?” Bram asked gruffly. The man had slowed with the encroaching years (he was no longer as spry and nimble), but some things never changed: his attacks still wielded tremendous strength.