sixth saga

[diaf_askeladd]

Some of you here can fight. Is that correct? There are warriors here.

I want to fight. Train. Whatever you want to call it. Someone teach me to fight the way you do in your worlds. [As long as he's stuck here, he might as well make use of it. Anything to get the edge on Askeladd.]

Answer me if you're interested. ...Except Pamela.

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[diaf_askeladd]

Then we fight. 919 Bilko. Get here.

[diaf_askeladd]

[As soon as Lancer's within ten feet of him, Thorfinn charges, aiming a knife at the man's neck. HE IS NOT ONE FOR INTRODUCTIONS.]

[diaf_askeladd]

[Thorfinn ducks beneath the lance and darts forward, aiming a slash up at Lancer's throat. He doesn't respond.]

[diaf_askeladd]

[A kick? He wasn't expecting that, and drops the knife in surprise. It doesn't even hit the ground before he's snatched it out of the air, sidestepping to avoid the inevitable counterattack coming his way.]

[diaf_askeladd]

[Without so much as thinking about it, Thorfinn moves to strike at Lancer's exposed side.]

[diaf_askeladd]

[Thorfinn was expecting a flinch, at the least, and his wrist slides easily into Lancer's grip. His other arm is busy, however, moving to claw at the Servant's face- or, more specifically, his eyes.]

[diaf_askeladd]

[Thorfinn grunts in pain, but he remembers he's got a knife in Lancer's side as it is. Gritting his teeth, he twists the knife in deeper, happy to see which was more deadly in a battle of attrition: Lancer's fist, or his own knife.]

[diaf_askeladd]

[Thorfinn seems surprised that the man hasn't collapsed yet, but he is nothing if not stubborn, and he's not about to give in yet. Rather than continuing to twist the knife in, he whips it out and attempts to plunge it into Lancer's throat.]