Let this be a lesson. Some people, berserkers especially, can ignore things like natural laws when they are angry enough. Aurin was currently finding this out the hard way. There was a look of mild disbelief on his face as the axe-wielding warrior struggled back to his feet. He knew that stroke, it had crushed his hip. It was a killing stroke, but this bearded giant was ignoring it. Didn’t he know he was already dead?
Obviously not.
His disbelief nearly cost him as the axe slammed against his breastplate. He was moving with the blow so instead of crushing though the armor it simply left a massive dent in it. The force still staggered him and he hardly got his claymore up to parry the second furious blow. His opponent was running on pure rage now, not an ounce of tactics or defense in the brutal style. Aurin still had his mind however, and he deflected the mighty blows with twists of his claymore. He stepped inside his opponents guard for just a moment as the berserker raised his axe high and smashed the hilt of his weapon against his face. The man staggered back from the blow, ready to come at him again….
Until a slender arm appeared to slam a dagger under his ribs.
He stalked forwards again, raising his sword as he went. There was no way that he would let the man get back to his feet with an opportunity like that. The blade whistled though the air once more. This time his strike was aimed for something much more important that the leg. The sharp edge of the blade struck the roaring man in the side of the neck and hardly paused. It sliced though muscle, sinew, and bone to send the bearded head of the man flying off into the mist in a brutal show. Blood fountained for a moment, mixing with the rain and mud where it splattered.
Aurin stood for a moment breathing hard as his eyes snapped around for opponents. There was none to be seen standing in the mist. Not yet at least. He could hear the sounds of battle starting to quiet down around him, the noises further dampened by the rain. He turned blue eyes towards the woman then as he slowly lowered the tip of his sword.
“…a…are you alright?” he asked as he drew in lungful of air. Fighting in armor in mud was difficult. “We need to get out of here.”