It was momentary, but it was enough.
With the stalemate dispersed, the tall Xaela practically tackled his way through the stumbling formation of knights, greatsword in hand. Once he'd broken through the foremost line of armoured warriors, the blued steel began to whistle in the frigid night air with its swinging. Oddly, Kasrjin did not swing his blade directly at the aevis; instead, he was swinging the blade diagonally. With his first swing, the Xaela leaned forward as the sword made a slash from near his right foot until it was level with his left shoulder. Using the momentum of the first swing, he would then twist the blade so that the next diagonal swing went upward from the left side of his waist up to his right shoulder. The force behind each whistling whirl carried into the next, and as he continued the motion, the speed of Kasrjin's sword increased in its alternating upward strikes.
It was a tactic typical for fighting in narrow mountain corridors, and if his mind were not occupied with battle, he might have even found the relevance of his tactics amusing.
Now faced with an intimidating whirlwind of steel, the aevis now found themselves backing away. One would attempt to beat its heavy wings to stagger him, but the Xaela's surefootedness and the heavy length of the weapon were little dissuaded. Strikes from their tails were narrowly manoeuvred around or batted away by the sword, though the sheer violence with which weapon met appendage sent near debilitating shocks through the Au Ra's arm and threatened to send the weapon, cumbersome as it was, spinning away from his hand. Even so, he continued his advance.
One of the aevis impulsively made another spinning swing of its tail.
An opening.
Having finished one strike from left to right, Kasrjin very narrowly avoided the appendage--the hardened scales practically brushed against his nose--and, muscles burning from the sudden exertions, savagely swept the blade from right to left. The awkward angle with which the sword was swung didn't make it a clean sever, but nonetheless the momentum managed to smash through skin and scale and bit deep into the aevis' tail.
The Dravanian roared, and its fellows were caught in a brief moment of rage. And that was what the knights needed.
Unfazed by the dragonkiller and by the Au Ra suddenly wading into a line of aevis, the knights quickly reformed their formation and smashed into the dragons from the other side of the battlement. Now in range, the spears and swords made practised, hardened thrusts, aimed at weakened joints and gaps between adamantine. Though the soldiers held their formation, the fight quickly dissolved into a quick, frenzied brawl as they hacked down the last of the dragons.
Dragon blood now splashed the azure rock and its brass housings, both of which drifted serenely in stark contrast to the bloodied skirmish that had just taken place beneath it.
When the knights had jumped into the fray, Kasrjin ceased the swinging of his sword and practically leapt off of the battlement on the side, landing with a roll onto the snow below. He glanced at the dragonkiller that had provided the distraction, and though he could not see the stern woman, he nodded.
With the stalemate dispersed, the tall Xaela practically tackled his way through the stumbling formation of knights, greatsword in hand. Once he'd broken through the foremost line of armoured warriors, the blued steel began to whistle in the frigid night air with its swinging. Oddly, Kasrjin did not swing his blade directly at the aevis; instead, he was swinging the blade diagonally. With his first swing, the Xaela leaned forward as the sword made a slash from near his right foot until it was level with his left shoulder. Using the momentum of the first swing, he would then twist the blade so that the next diagonal swing went upward from the left side of his waist up to his right shoulder. The force behind each whistling whirl carried into the next, and as he continued the motion, the speed of Kasrjin's sword increased in its alternating upward strikes.
It was a tactic typical for fighting in narrow mountain corridors, and if his mind were not occupied with battle, he might have even found the relevance of his tactics amusing.
Now faced with an intimidating whirlwind of steel, the aevis now found themselves backing away. One would attempt to beat its heavy wings to stagger him, but the Xaela's surefootedness and the heavy length of the weapon were little dissuaded. Strikes from their tails were narrowly manoeuvred around or batted away by the sword, though the sheer violence with which weapon met appendage sent near debilitating shocks through the Au Ra's arm and threatened to send the weapon, cumbersome as it was, spinning away from his hand. Even so, he continued his advance.
One of the aevis impulsively made another spinning swing of its tail.
An opening.
Having finished one strike from left to right, Kasrjin very narrowly avoided the appendage--the hardened scales practically brushed against his nose--and, muscles burning from the sudden exertions, savagely swept the blade from right to left. The awkward angle with which the sword was swung didn't make it a clean sever, but nonetheless the momentum managed to smash through skin and scale and bit deep into the aevis' tail.
The Dravanian roared, and its fellows were caught in a brief moment of rage. And that was what the knights needed.
Unfazed by the dragonkiller and by the Au Ra suddenly wading into a line of aevis, the knights quickly reformed their formation and smashed into the dragons from the other side of the battlement. Now in range, the spears and swords made practised, hardened thrusts, aimed at weakened joints and gaps between adamantine. Though the soldiers held their formation, the fight quickly dissolved into a quick, frenzied brawl as they hacked down the last of the dragons.
Dragon blood now splashed the azure rock and its brass housings, both of which drifted serenely in stark contrast to the bloodied skirmish that had just taken place beneath it.
When the knights had jumped into the fray, Kasrjin ceased the swinging of his sword and practically leapt off of the battlement on the side, landing with a roll onto the snow below. He glanced at the dragonkiller that had provided the distraction, and though he could not see the stern woman, he nodded.
