Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140620011258

Echion heard the metal thunk of the arrow being stopped, but didn't pay it any heed. He shield bashed the next thug onto the ground, and stomped on his neck, crushing it. His shield was up, warding away any attempts to counterattack.

His style was a bit flashy, true. But after nearly two decades of combat, he had refined it so it works. And it works damned well. He swung his leg low, sweeping the feet from one man, and shield bashing another away. Turning, he rammed the shortsword nearly hilt deep in the first thug's body. And with a grunt of effort, tossed him into the other man. The weight and impact knocked him out.

Well, one less.

With a small flourish, Echion reset his stance, and eyed the remaining people. There was still a substantial number left.

"Crystal...if you have any tricks up your sleeve, now would be a great time to use them."