Eridanus could have destroyed the man right there where he stood. Yet, he held back a little for curiosity's sake. It was a little personal quirk of him wanting to see just what that man was capable of. Whether he was as incompetent as his brother in combat, yet wanting to dive into the dangerous vocation of being a slaver guard.
A few times the man managed to pierce through his offensive thrusts, but everything was calculated; he allowed it only because of the defensive sword at the ready. The battle was beginning to bore him, and it was clear from the man's repetitive techniques and clumsy footwork that he was somewhat experienced in surviving a few battles, but he was most definitely not formally nor extensively trained or well-practiced.
As such, his mind and senses were alert, just like they were even before he entered the battle. He noticed the man pushing him back from the caravan, and he began to wonder warily about what kind of things the slavers were planning.
The wolf remained nonchalant.
The cautious swordsman heard a rustle in the trees behind him, and knowing that the wolf was still in the clearing the ethaefal's healthy paranoia kicked in. His instinct screaming at him not to face his back towards this unknown noise, he grunted as he suddenly lashed out with a powerful swing with his blade, forcing the slaver to either back down or face heavy damage.
At the same time, he sloped diagonally to the rear and side, executing a practiced compass-pace to turn his front to encompass the caravan, his opponent and the rustling noise in the woods.
His body remained ready to duck in the event of ranged weaponry or even magic, though he sincerely hoped that there would not be any of the latter. Fortunately, his passive sensitivities of djed manipulation was not activated yet, and that meant that so far no magic was being used.
A few times the man managed to pierce through his offensive thrusts, but everything was calculated; he allowed it only because of the defensive sword at the ready. The battle was beginning to bore him, and it was clear from the man's repetitive techniques and clumsy footwork that he was somewhat experienced in surviving a few battles, but he was most definitely not formally nor extensively trained or well-practiced.
As such, his mind and senses were alert, just like they were even before he entered the battle. He noticed the man pushing him back from the caravan, and he began to wonder warily about what kind of things the slavers were planning.
The wolf remained nonchalant.
The cautious swordsman heard a rustle in the trees behind him, and knowing that the wolf was still in the clearing the ethaefal's healthy paranoia kicked in. His instinct screaming at him not to face his back towards this unknown noise, he grunted as he suddenly lashed out with a powerful swing with his blade, forcing the slaver to either back down or face heavy damage.
At the same time, he sloped diagonally to the rear and side, executing a practiced compass-pace to turn his front to encompass the caravan, his opponent and the rustling noise in the woods.
His body remained ready to duck in the event of ranged weaponry or even magic, though he sincerely hoped that there would not be any of the latter. Fortunately, his passive sensitivities of djed manipulation was not activated yet, and that meant that so far no magic was being used.