As satisfying as it was that there were times his fists connected -- that he could feel the flesh and bone struck beneath his heavy blows -- he wanted more. He needed more. Ehvar had planned to bring out the darkness in Desmond. And it was shone, but in a way that left him anything but pleased over the matter. He thought perhaps it would work the man into a bloody fight with him -- something they both could have enjoyed. Something Lissa would have enjoyed as well if she had not been so.. Difficult. But she was a matter for another time now.
When the inspector dropped down, he foolishly planned to press onward still. He did not catch sight of the blade. It was hardly a blur. Then, the flash caught the focus of his good eye just before the sharp pain struck into his side. It was enough to cripple Ehvar down to the floor and he knew why. It was not just some wayward jab. It was aimed to send a shock to his system.
One fist hit the floor, his other hand grasped where the blade slammed into his body. It was enough to leave him gasping and unable to immediately recover, defend, or retaliate.
When the inspector dropped down, he foolishly planned to press onward still. He did not catch sight of the blade. It was hardly a blur. Then, the flash caught the focus of his good eye just before the sharp pain struck into his side. It was enough to cripple Ehvar down to the floor and he knew why. It was not just some wayward jab. It was aimed to send a shock to his system.
One fist hit the floor, his other hand grasped where the blade slammed into his body. It was enough to leave him gasping and unable to immediately recover, defend, or retaliate.
