With the long spear now in hand, he faced the now staggered Roegadyn. He flipped the long weapon and held it fist forward, running with as much speed as he could gather within his powerful Miqo'te legs.Â
At Delwyn's command, he urged himself as close a proximity as he possibly could within reason to use his weapon. He wasn't used to wielding such a tool, but he could recall well enough how to use it when necessary - and now was indeed necessary.
He stepped on a fallen corpse to give him levy, and used the remainder of his stamina to leap forward. He place both hands on the javelin and, with all his might, sent the sharp end of it piercing into the giant's neck. Right into the soft spot where his collarbones connected.Â
His grip was tight upon the spear as they both toppled hard into the sand, S'demyx standing atop his stomach and hunched over. Still holding onto the weapon with all his might, digging it forward yet into the enemy's throat.
A gurgling sound was heard as the Roegadyn attempted to breath in for air, his lungs flooding with blood. The metallic lifeforce spraying across everyone near enough. It's hands reached forward, attempting to grasp for the barbarian, before slowly relaxing and falling back to either sides of his head. Fingers twitched every moment or so, but no other movements were made.
S'demyx panted heavily, sweat pouring from his brow as he allowed himself to release his hard grip. He stood, still trying to catch his breath, and glanced between all his teammates.
"Did... did we... *pant* did we do it?"Â
Finally his eyes fell to Desmond, and a flash of worry crossed his face. He hid it instantly, but still feared the worst for his comrade. "Female! Tend to him!" He commanded, still exhausted himself before glancing up at Delwyn, a look of uncertainty on his face.
At Delwyn's command, he urged himself as close a proximity as he possibly could within reason to use his weapon. He wasn't used to wielding such a tool, but he could recall well enough how to use it when necessary - and now was indeed necessary.
He stepped on a fallen corpse to give him levy, and used the remainder of his stamina to leap forward. He place both hands on the javelin and, with all his might, sent the sharp end of it piercing into the giant's neck. Right into the soft spot where his collarbones connected.Â
His grip was tight upon the spear as they both toppled hard into the sand, S'demyx standing atop his stomach and hunched over. Still holding onto the weapon with all his might, digging it forward yet into the enemy's throat.
A gurgling sound was heard as the Roegadyn attempted to breath in for air, his lungs flooding with blood. The metallic lifeforce spraying across everyone near enough. It's hands reached forward, attempting to grasp for the barbarian, before slowly relaxing and falling back to either sides of his head. Fingers twitched every moment or so, but no other movements were made.
S'demyx panted heavily, sweat pouring from his brow as he allowed himself to release his hard grip. He stood, still trying to catch his breath, and glanced between all his teammates.
"Did... did we... *pant* did we do it?"Â
Finally his eyes fell to Desmond, and a flash of worry crossed his face. He hid it instantly, but still feared the worst for his comrade. "Female! Tend to him!" He commanded, still exhausted himself before glancing up at Delwyn, a look of uncertainty on his face.
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