(09-07-2013, 10:18 AM)Desmond Aryll Wrote: Concentrating his attention on the monk raining blows, Desmond had little chance to watch what was going on around him. He was conscious however of the growing number of intruders who were being laid low.Â
The monk was focused on breaking his defense. He He might have been successful were it not for the spell of protection that engulfed him. It would not last forever though.
On the next attack, Desmond feigned weakness in his block, allowing his shield-arm to buckle, he quickly rearranged his feet, sliding to backward and to his right, trusting that his attacker's zeal would bring him along. He did, exposing he monk's rear to the room. With most of the intruders laid low, the short-sighted monk had left himself vulnerable to Desmond's friends.
She frowned, setting Lucy down quickly and in two strides across the small room, grabbing the monk by his throat as he spun to face Desmond again. Â Pain seared through her side, a trickle of crimson seeping down her armor onto the floor, but it just fueled her rage even more as she lifted the monk up.
"No one attacks those under my charge."
With a cry that would surely rattle the windows, she spun on her lead foot and slammed the monk hard into the wall. Â Pictures and objects rattled, falling off shelves onto the floor. Â Seeing the man was only dazed, her left hand formed into a fist and struck him hard on the jaw.
She let her grip go, watching the last attacker crumple onto the floor. Her eyes burned with anger and a fire that any who opposed her in battle would recognize. They landed on Garston, daring the last one of the group to do something .... anything.
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