ISAR
Arm yourself
So conventional methods worked better than the shifted ones. Duly noted - he'd have to practice. That was as much reflection as Isar had time for before the cane rattled to the floor and Astaroth tried to tackle him to the ground. Purely on instinct he dropped fully to the floor and rolled out of the way, knowing that if the larger man got hold of him he probably wouldn't be getting up again.
On the ground as he was, all he could manage in retaliation was an elbow launched in the general direction of the ancient's face. If he could accomplish a nose bleed it would make up for the agony of his broken arm, Isar told himself; but the cold sweat beading on his brow and the way his vision was darkening at the edges told the truth - he wouldn't be able to keep up with this much longer.
On the ground as he was, all he could manage in retaliation was an elbow launched in the general direction of the ancient's face. If he could accomplish a nose bleed it would make up for the agony of his broken arm, Isar told himself; but the cold sweat beading on his brow and the way his vision was darkening at the edges told the truth - he wouldn't be able to keep up with this much longer.
Because no one else here will save you
