Are
The feeling of even a blunted axe-head almost reaching it's intended target was nothing new, but it wasn't exactly like he was used to. Gone was the opponent that met his strikes with immovable strength, gone was the lightning fast Draugr leaving him to menace air as she strolled just out of reach. In their stead was a man he was positive he'd cracked a rib for if he hadn't manage to nearly avoid it. Although, Are got a quick reminder as to what happens to over commiting fighters as the butt of the spear. A good hit rendered just a tap as he managed to barely meet it with his shield, still stung a touch through his boiled bracer as the spear glanced off his arm when he retreated behind the shield.
Closing the distance had proven a fruitful tactic, if only he had the speed to follow his movements up with a flurry of blows he knew he had a winning concept. Fighting to one's strengths wasn't about wishing for more arms though, it was making the best of what one had. So a little plan to even the odds took form, and showed itself with the cobbler stepping back a touch and doing his damndest to stay behind the shield. Making himself a difficult target was the first step and he followed it up with slowly advancing again, making no effort to chase the tip of the spear but to always keep it in sight.
Closing the distance had proven a fruitful tactic, if only he had the speed to follow his movements up with a flurry of blows he knew he had a winning concept. Fighting to one's strengths wasn't about wishing for more arms though, it was making the best of what one had. So a little plan to even the odds took form, and showed itself with the cobbler stepping back a touch and doing his damndest to stay behind the shield. Making himself a difficult target was the first step and he followed it up with slowly advancing again, making no effort to chase the tip of the spear but to always keep it in sight.
