OOCIn the process of moving so bare with me a for a minute. But Shiyami your post is a little bit confusing even though I think I get what you mean. Just a little bit of description on the victim and all that good stuff next time. The great white tiger had returned to his aid. Just in time too, because he would surely have lost against both them at the same time. The burly man who had knocked some sense into Krishna held as blade outwards towards a growling tiger. Though he afraid he would not go out without a fight. For whatever their purpose was, they certainly thought it was worth dying for. Either way he would oblige them. He remembered a lesson he had about facing an adversary whilst in a locked down position similar to this one. No special maneuvers for him but the tactic was to put the opponent on their feet. Krishna threw a routine two piece combo towards the legs of his would be killer. He managed to block them easily enough. However he sent a feint towards the legs but changed the direction of his swing towards his middle section. The smaller man was not expecting the change of direction and tried to block it but was too late. The blade cute deep into his simple cloth shirt. No armor meant for easier preys. He fell too the ground in so much pain he couldn't afford to scream. The other mans attention was solely on the white tiger. As soon as he turned around, seemingly from out of no where. A dagger shot through the air and planted itself in the mans non-weapon shoulder. Taken aback by the sudden penetration of his skin he stumbled backwards trying to find this new assailant screaming obscenities in the air. Somehow for a split second he had forgotten about Krishna's bout with his friend, who lay dying at the Knight's feet. A costly mistake as Krishna free from distraction could now shape the Res more properly. He held out his free hand towards him and concentrated. Getting it to just the right shape and thickness for a dangerous Firebolt. |