[He eyes that form. Practiced, it must be, for even with weariness creeping into that posture there’s surety to be found in execution: the movements precise enough that they speak of what must have been years of training. But to stay here would see them surrounded, and he worries his companion’s ferocity will give way to frailty the longer this drags on.
Hefting his short sword higher, reversed tightly in his grasp, he lunges back the way he’d arrived— dispersing yet another lumbering apparition before he turns, beckoning:]
no subject
Hefting his short sword higher, reversed tightly in his grasp, he lunges back the way he’d arrived— dispersing yet another lumbering apparition before he turns, beckoning:]
This way— I will guard your flight.