Kayle watched as his companions rushed the field. Â The shimmering edge of the tribal's axe kept his enemies just outside arm's reach as he cleaved his foes asunder. Â Amaare and his couerl attacked in unison, maintaining dominance over a large section of the encampment with a mixture or ranged attacks and bestial savagery. Â Desmond took to the men will little bravado, dropping the men with skill and precision before they even knew their enemy. Â Even the girl had managed to drop spells of protection and silence a mage without drawing too much attention to herself, but he was not out of the fight.Â
He raised his sword and raced into the flank as he watched the young Miqo'te female race for cover. Â The mage's eyes followed her every move as he anticipated the stun's effects to wear off. Â Not sure if he could make it in time, he spun quickly and with a shout loosed his targe at the rogue wielder. Â "Oi, o'er here!" he shouted as the shield caught the mage squarely in the chest, doubling him over. Â By the time he rose it was already too late. Â
Kayle closed the distance between them and was airborne. Â Grasping at the pommel, his let the blade lead his path and sank it deep into the mage's chest as they collided. Â The mage sank to the ground, broken, and Kayle tumbled away. Â As he ran for the next bandit, he scooped his shield back up to it's place on his left arm.Â
This one seemed at least visually more prepared than the last as it drew it's heavy axe up in anticipation of Kayle's strike.  Their blades met and sounded off, again and again in a singing dance of steel.  Kayle's shield was of little use here as the sheer force of the axe might've broken his arm.  Kayle dodged when he could and parried when necessary.  I must tire him quickly he thought as the axe made another sweep. Â
Suddenly, the large bandit rushed shoulder first into Kayle, forcing him back. Â The pommel of the axe came jabbing in and caught him squarely between his eyes sending a searing pain into the back of his skull and blurred his vision. Â Kayle's eyes flashed as he instinctively lept backwards. Â The axe came again and made a wide arc intended to cut him in two. Â Kayle wasn't able to escape it's wrath entirely, and felt it's edge trace a line from his left hip to his right lower ribs. Â He let out a cry of pain, but would not afford the man another.
The next swing came quickly, but the pain kept Kayle alert. Â He side-stepped and allowed the axe to crash into the ground. Â As it did, he took a fast swipe at the exposed arm of the bandit, severing tendon and muscle from bone. Â The bandit roared and attempted to drag the heavy weapon across to Kayle with his remaining good arm, but the action opened his torso's guard. Â
Kayle came in low, his blade entering just above the man's belt. Â He quickly withdrew the sword, kicked at the man's grasping arm, and made a wide slash, opening the man's throat and spraying crimson rain into the desert air.
He raised his sword and raced into the flank as he watched the young Miqo'te female race for cover. Â The mage's eyes followed her every move as he anticipated the stun's effects to wear off. Â Not sure if he could make it in time, he spun quickly and with a shout loosed his targe at the rogue wielder. Â "Oi, o'er here!" he shouted as the shield caught the mage squarely in the chest, doubling him over. Â By the time he rose it was already too late. Â
Kayle closed the distance between them and was airborne. Â Grasping at the pommel, his let the blade lead his path and sank it deep into the mage's chest as they collided. Â The mage sank to the ground, broken, and Kayle tumbled away. Â As he ran for the next bandit, he scooped his shield back up to it's place on his left arm.Â
This one seemed at least visually more prepared than the last as it drew it's heavy axe up in anticipation of Kayle's strike.  Their blades met and sounded off, again and again in a singing dance of steel.  Kayle's shield was of little use here as the sheer force of the axe might've broken his arm.  Kayle dodged when he could and parried when necessary.  I must tire him quickly he thought as the axe made another sweep. Â
Suddenly, the large bandit rushed shoulder first into Kayle, forcing him back. Â The pommel of the axe came jabbing in and caught him squarely between his eyes sending a searing pain into the back of his skull and blurred his vision. Â Kayle's eyes flashed as he instinctively lept backwards. Â The axe came again and made a wide arc intended to cut him in two. Â Kayle wasn't able to escape it's wrath entirely, and felt it's edge trace a line from his left hip to his right lower ribs. Â He let out a cry of pain, but would not afford the man another.
The next swing came quickly, but the pain kept Kayle alert. Â He side-stepped and allowed the axe to crash into the ground. Â As it did, he took a fast swipe at the exposed arm of the bandit, severing tendon and muscle from bone. Â The bandit roared and attempted to drag the heavy weapon across to Kayle with his remaining good arm, but the action opened his torso's guard. Â
Kayle came in low, his blade entering just above the man's belt. Â He quickly withdrew the sword, kicked at the man's grasping arm, and made a wide slash, opening the man's throat and spraying crimson rain into the desert air.
![[Image: Driftwood.png]](https://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/images/6/63/Driftwood.png)
