Are
He wanted to scream, to let slip a mighty warcry worthy of one knocking on the gates of the great hall as he hurled himself haphazardly at the shadow of the long gone Wessex. Every swipe, punch, and grapple, menacing nothing but thin air. Always hitting their intended mark just as the enemy danced away, appearing a foot and an inch from where he aimed. Exerting every ounce of force only yielded ever more frustrating and wide misses, and as the power reserves dwindled Are had to come to a realization that stubbornness would only get him so far.
A moments respite, to catch one's breath and regroup. Fighting without a head was something he knew would be punished, once by a few good smacks with a sword flat and now with the humiliation of running about like a headless chicken. Fight to one's strengths. Strength in Are's case, what little he had over the lightning fast non-human. An idea took shape, desperate as it might've been, it was better than nothing.
With a good wind-up he threw his heft sluggishly towards his opponent, but as he approached what he had come to know as the point his attack was rendered useless he pushed all his might into steering his force the other way. Not where she was, but where she would end up. In theory, at least.
A moments respite, to catch one's breath and regroup. Fighting without a head was something he knew would be punished, once by a few good smacks with a sword flat and now with the humiliation of running about like a headless chicken. Fight to one's strengths. Strength in Are's case, what little he had over the lightning fast non-human. An idea took shape, desperate as it might've been, it was better than nothing.
With a good wind-up he threw his heft sluggishly towards his opponent, but as he approached what he had come to know as the point his attack was rendered useless he pushed all his might into steering his force the other way. Not where she was, but where she would end up. In theory, at least.
