>>5510563Blessings? What does that mean?...
No, it doesn’t matter right now. What matters most is that you don’t let up on your attack, and you don’t let that nasty woman use whatever she has on Grygas or his daughter.
“I'll take care of him, you get her!” You warn Grygas as you push your boots through the trampled snow once again.
You’ll break open a path for him!
It’s much easier to pull the cloaked man’s aim as you know he’s frustrated at how you blocked his earlier strike. His hateful eyes are upon you, as move in low to the freezing ground, focusing on keeping your numbed legs moving. His growl echoes through the trees as he charges with sword held in both hands to break through whatever guard you try to put up.
He's angry, but he’s overconfident, and in his battle-heated head, the only thing that he thinks he needs to worry about is the sword you have outstretched.
Soon, the long puffs of mist from both of your lungs mix in the air ahead of you, and he emerges from behind the cloud ready to cleave your head open.
<span class="mu-b">‘All I needed a single shield!’</span>
You recall Sir Johan exclaiming to the training yard as he handily bested you and four other trainees. But what you recall even more are the places he targeted on your body to stop you in your tracks.
As the cloaked attacker emerges, you brace your lower body and thrust your chosen weapon like a spear. His torso brutally crashes into the point of your shield. It stabs all momentum directly into the center of his chest, doubling him over as a breathless screech falls out of his mouth along with saliva and blood.
You’re tossed back from the impact, and slide a few feet through the blood-slick snow.
Immediately following your collision, Grygas stamps through the now empty space in hot pursuit of the woman how hastily tries to unseal the glass container filled with some sort of unknown liquid.
“Fuck. Useless idiot…” Her panicky hands barely manage to open the container by the time that Grygas is within axe’s reach of her. “Wait, wait!”
She protests in a panic as if she had planned to surrender, but she certainly didn’t stop pulling back the container to splash onto the large man.
Grygas easily reads through her trick, and with the force of his great body, he swings his weapon directly into her ribs with resounding impact that would make you terrified even if you weren’t a tree.
The cloaked woman shrieks in pain as she’s tossed aside like a doll and loses control of the container. The contents abruptly spray into the air above her, and while most of it splashes harmlessly onto the snow, her face is doused with it as well.
A pang of sympathy fills your chest, as, however much pain she was in before her screams are way worse now that whatever liquid got on her is burning the skin of her face. She frantically rubs both snow and her long sleeves to get rid of it.
