Are
Something came clattering off of his shield as he broke through, didn't feel like an actual attack, but it was still enough to have the adrenaline flowing and the warrior ready to strike. Between linen covered, painted wood and the ill-weighted, but at least sharp axe he saw the outline of a the aggressor. Enough to aim at for a good, powerful strike, covered by the shield the axe began it's arc towards the enemy.
As muscles released pent up tension and propelled the strike the mind reclaimed what little sense remained in the thick head of Are. Words, they took an eternity to process, but as did his cut. The meaning of the words finally sinking in and firing off a split second decision that was made even before he'd understood it.
Harmless the gleaming arc cut the air between the men, returning to the warrior's side ready for whatever came next. A moment to regain control, to find solid footing and to peer over the shield at the stranger. Green-brown mottled eyes found just another person on the other side of the shield, if a bit peculiarly dressed. A few quick blinks and a deep breath as tensions ran off Are like spring rain on a fatty cloak.
Standing up straight and letting the arms fall down by his side he shone a relieved smile at the stranger. "Heill! No offense taken, stranger. You lost?" he asked, still breathing heavy as the surge of adrenaline subsided.
As muscles released pent up tension and propelled the strike the mind reclaimed what little sense remained in the thick head of Are. Words, they took an eternity to process, but as did his cut. The meaning of the words finally sinking in and firing off a split second decision that was made even before he'd understood it.
Harmless the gleaming arc cut the air between the men, returning to the warrior's side ready for whatever came next. A moment to regain control, to find solid footing and to peer over the shield at the stranger. Green-brown mottled eyes found just another person on the other side of the shield, if a bit peculiarly dressed. A few quick blinks and a deep breath as tensions ran off Are like spring rain on a fatty cloak.
Standing up straight and letting the arms fall down by his side he shone a relieved smile at the stranger. "Heill! No offense taken, stranger. You lost?" he asked, still breathing heavy as the surge of adrenaline subsided.
