Admittedly Byron actually felt a little unnerved when he saw the Akalak take his stance with scythe in hand, deep down the boy knew he stood little to no chance against such a higher opponent, yet for some strange reason part of him felt against such an inclination. Defiance perhaps? Something this Akalak possessed stirred a reaction out of Byron at best, and now that he thought more on the matter, it really started to feel like Byron himself had something he wanted to prove at best. I've got to figure out where his defenses are, see if I can't get through somehow! He reminded himself as he focused on the Akalak's change of position, the change of his hands suggested the giant of a man prepared a strike.
His own feet started to hesitate then as he felt unsure about this approach then, an instant of a thought led for one of his feet to misdirection in his path, and shook the balance he felt as he saw the swift flick of the scythe's end prop before him. W-Whoa damn! His ability to evade had nearly been diminished from his earlier stubble, yet with his falter in momentum he'd been allowed at least a tick, just to pull off something out of the blue really. Byron's upper body went into a lean back that drove him to fall onto the dirt below, as he accidentally slid across the dirt with own scythe dropped next to him. There had been a gasp from the loss of air he felt as well as initial shock on his face, as he came to a stop in just moments after he hit the ground. While he'd managed to at least avoid the intended hit the Akalak imposed on him, he luck seemed to quickly run out the moment he faltered from his course of action.
Ow! Son of a- He growled a little as he tried to clear his mind of the thoughts based on his pain, he couldn't allow the hurt and embarrassment to stop him now. Admittedly this would've been the part where he would've called it quits, yet at this point he'd already allowed himself too much to give in so easily. He glanced past the Akalak towards his brother, the pressing concern found in the younger brother's eyes, while everyone else here in the pit found laughter instead. Okay, think fast Byron! He reassured himself as he turned over and reached for the scythe, one he would have that in his possession again he would then stand up, rather stiffly with dirt caked on his backside no less. Still if he'd been allowed to stand he would do so with the scythe in one hand, his eyes once more engaged with Aren as he waited to see what came next.
His own feet started to hesitate then as he felt unsure about this approach then, an instant of a thought led for one of his feet to misdirection in his path, and shook the balance he felt as he saw the swift flick of the scythe's end prop before him. W-Whoa damn! His ability to evade had nearly been diminished from his earlier stubble, yet with his falter in momentum he'd been allowed at least a tick, just to pull off something out of the blue really. Byron's upper body went into a lean back that drove him to fall onto the dirt below, as he accidentally slid across the dirt with own scythe dropped next to him. There had been a gasp from the loss of air he felt as well as initial shock on his face, as he came to a stop in just moments after he hit the ground. While he'd managed to at least avoid the intended hit the Akalak imposed on him, he luck seemed to quickly run out the moment he faltered from his course of action.
Ow! Son of a- He growled a little as he tried to clear his mind of the thoughts based on his pain, he couldn't allow the hurt and embarrassment to stop him now. Admittedly this would've been the part where he would've called it quits, yet at this point he'd already allowed himself too much to give in so easily. He glanced past the Akalak towards his brother, the pressing concern found in the younger brother's eyes, while everyone else here in the pit found laughter instead. Okay, think fast Byron! He reassured himself as he turned over and reached for the scythe, one he would have that in his possession again he would then stand up, rather stiffly with dirt caked on his backside no less. Still if he'd been allowed to stand he would do so with the scythe in one hand, his eyes once more engaged with Aren as he waited to see what came next.