Second Chance.

[Victor Wolfe]

The blade was lifted and now Wolfe could continue his fight, he made sure that Carn was at a distance and turned his attention back to the gargantuan zombie in front of him, " well this has been fun so far but I doubt my stamina will hold up much longer, looks like I need to take this fight seriously, I do believe I have one more trick up my sleeve though, remember the armour that you sliced through at the start of this fight? Well it has a new use, blink and you will miss it"

Before Okor could respond Victor put one of his daggers into its sheath, and proceeded to rip the now shredded chainmail from his chest, he ran towards Okor still in agony from the wounds on his face but he could feel that he was close to a break through, the hunt had truly begun, the interference from Carn had allowed him to gain a second wind, just enough energy to complete this maneuver.

It started the same as his last plan, save energy by judging Okor's first swing perfectly, he had gotten used to how slow the blade would swing and as predicted it missed, Victor then used his jump to vault over Okor but this time though he dropped the chainmail over Okors one eye, even the strongest opponents struggle to fight blind, and this was what Victor was relying on, he stabbed lightly into the wound he had pried open with his last attack, just enough to convince Okor to start to turn, he walked straight into Wolfe's trap, before he could turn Wolfe used a speed dash to dive between his legs, he had noticed that the armour on his arms looked much thinner at the joints to allow for ease of movement, Wolfe thrusted both of his daggers at this part of the armour, he planned to totally sever the tendon and thus make it unusable, he needed Okor to be turning as the momentum of such a big body moving would make up for the strength needed to pierce the armour.

Okor who was still struggling to get the ripped chain mail off his head turned straight into the blade and the daggers sliced through the armour, Wolfe had predicted its just right, as it hit the flesh it felt like a wire was being cut and Okors sword arm went limp, the blade hit the ground with a satisfying clunk, Wolfe removed the dagger and began attacking the back of Okors legs hoping to destroy his movements, as his blades found the flesh he knew this battle was nearing its end, he had taken a lot of damage, his body was running on fumes, but if he could debilitate this giant's legs then none of that would matter. He could smell blood in the water, and it drove him into a stabbing frenzy, he sliced faster than he had ever done in his life, using all the pain he had suffered throughout the fight as fuel for his blade.