11-30-2014, 04:00 PM
The three charged each other, two giants and one metal covered undead, club and axe against sword and shield, brawn versus speed, dexterity versus brute force! The Chosen Undead hurtled up the slope, sprinting up towards the bellowing giants that had set themselves in his path. The one with the axe had pulled ahead of his comrade, and his axe came swooping down. The Chosen though was prepared for that, and he ducked, leaning forward in a crouching dash, his sword going left across his body. The axe whisked over his head, bringing up a hard draft to go with the raging blizzard around them, but that was all, and the Chosen ran past, and then spun, his sword licking out towards the back of this giant's leg, seeking to hamstring him like his companion! Unfortunately, his aim wasn't quite as pitch perfect this time, as the blade sliced into the giant's calf, just half a foot below where his knee stood, nearly up to the Chosen Undead's chest. It still cut into the white furred legging, and bore into the muscle, creating a shallow gash in the giant and drawing forth a pained, loud bellow of anger, but it did not have the crippling effect that the Chosen had been going for.
Alas he did not have time to go for another strike, as the club wielding giant that had run down with him brought his own club down, going for a hard smash on the Chosen's poor head, threatening to crush the armored warrior into paste. Fortunately he had not forgotten about this second opponent and dove to the right, rolling across the slope as the club smashed into the ice covered hillside, creating a small impact crater from the sheer force and weight that lay behind that massive club. His roll ended with him landing on his feet, but as he stood up, the axe wielder had straightened and came around, bringing his axe towards the undead. Acting fast, his silver lined shield came up, and he took the broad axe blade straight onto his shield. The impact hit hard, and he felt some of it transmit to his hand, a hard, solid blow, but an axe was easier to block than a club, although he did go sliding back up the slope, nearly losing his balance, but, through care and quick reflexes, he kept his feet, ready to meet the next charge of the two giants! A charge that was quick in coming. The club wielder was up to him, and brought his club in a sweep, bringing it very low across the slope of the hillside to try and stop the constant ducking the sword wielder had used to such great effectiveness against his larger opponents. However, the Chosen still had another avenue with which to avoid this attack.
He dashed to his right, and went into a roll, this took him up near the giant's legs. He rolled, and once again his effective grasp of combat rolling brought him to a crouch on his feet, and from there he lashed out. The Sunlight Straight Sword went out in a hard, sharp thrust. The dully glimmering point lanced forward, and struck true. It hit the side of the giant's right knee, pushing in hard and bringing a bellow of pain as that knee buckled from the steel sliding into the joint. Yet, he couldn't afford to stay there, the giant was falling forward. Almost immediately after sliding nearly a foot of steel into and through the back of the knee, the Chosen pulled it back and then sprang forward, rolling between the giant's legs, feeling the fur leggings scrape the sides of his armor as the giant fell forward with a heavy, massive crash. The corpse knew though that that hadn't taken him out, he might be able to push himself back up in time, and unfortunately he didn't have the time to inflict a fatal blow, his comrade was still up and ready, with that heavy stone axe in hand. As the swordsman expected, the giant was nearly upon him, one hand lashing out to try and backhand him away from the fallen giant, not about to risk hitting his ally with that big axe. Once again, the Undead brought his shield around and took the impact hard on that, sending him flying once again.
This time though he did not skid easily to a stop, it sent him down the slope, and along it, and he hit at a different angle than before. Perhaps that hard slap had hit him in a way he was not prepared for, or perhaps it was just a particularly slick bit of ice hidden beneath the snow. Either way, he landed, and his right foot slipped out from under him as he slid, and he fell onto his back with a hard, pained grunt, sliding down along the hill like some great, metal sled. He got turned around, but wasn't able to halt his slide until he reached the bottom, bumping gently into a tree, snow covering his visor as he quickly sat up. The giants were not right on his tail, he would be able to feel or at least hear their heavy, stomping footsteps, so he had at least a few moments before they were on him. So he quickly sat up and shook his head, clearing out the snow. Then he stood up and looked to the hill, to see the axe wielder trying to help his comrade up to his feet. Hefting his shield, and quickly looking down at his sword to make sure the tip hadn't snapped off or something similarly terrible, he started back up the hill, the giants had not been finished off yet!
Alas he did not have time to go for another strike, as the club wielding giant that had run down with him brought his own club down, going for a hard smash on the Chosen's poor head, threatening to crush the armored warrior into paste. Fortunately he had not forgotten about this second opponent and dove to the right, rolling across the slope as the club smashed into the ice covered hillside, creating a small impact crater from the sheer force and weight that lay behind that massive club. His roll ended with him landing on his feet, but as he stood up, the axe wielder had straightened and came around, bringing his axe towards the undead. Acting fast, his silver lined shield came up, and he took the broad axe blade straight onto his shield. The impact hit hard, and he felt some of it transmit to his hand, a hard, solid blow, but an axe was easier to block than a club, although he did go sliding back up the slope, nearly losing his balance, but, through care and quick reflexes, he kept his feet, ready to meet the next charge of the two giants! A charge that was quick in coming. The club wielder was up to him, and brought his club in a sweep, bringing it very low across the slope of the hillside to try and stop the constant ducking the sword wielder had used to such great effectiveness against his larger opponents. However, the Chosen still had another avenue with which to avoid this attack.
He dashed to his right, and went into a roll, this took him up near the giant's legs. He rolled, and once again his effective grasp of combat rolling brought him to a crouch on his feet, and from there he lashed out. The Sunlight Straight Sword went out in a hard, sharp thrust. The dully glimmering point lanced forward, and struck true. It hit the side of the giant's right knee, pushing in hard and bringing a bellow of pain as that knee buckled from the steel sliding into the joint. Yet, he couldn't afford to stay there, the giant was falling forward. Almost immediately after sliding nearly a foot of steel into and through the back of the knee, the Chosen pulled it back and then sprang forward, rolling between the giant's legs, feeling the fur leggings scrape the sides of his armor as the giant fell forward with a heavy, massive crash. The corpse knew though that that hadn't taken him out, he might be able to push himself back up in time, and unfortunately he didn't have the time to inflict a fatal blow, his comrade was still up and ready, with that heavy stone axe in hand. As the swordsman expected, the giant was nearly upon him, one hand lashing out to try and backhand him away from the fallen giant, not about to risk hitting his ally with that big axe. Once again, the Undead brought his shield around and took the impact hard on that, sending him flying once again.
This time though he did not skid easily to a stop, it sent him down the slope, and along it, and he hit at a different angle than before. Perhaps that hard slap had hit him in a way he was not prepared for, or perhaps it was just a particularly slick bit of ice hidden beneath the snow. Either way, he landed, and his right foot slipped out from under him as he slid, and he fell onto his back with a hard, pained grunt, sliding down along the hill like some great, metal sled. He got turned around, but wasn't able to halt his slide until he reached the bottom, bumping gently into a tree, snow covering his visor as he quickly sat up. The giants were not right on his tail, he would be able to feel or at least hear their heavy, stomping footsteps, so he had at least a few moments before they were on him. So he quickly sat up and shook his head, clearing out the snow. Then he stood up and looked to the hill, to see the axe wielder trying to help his comrade up to his feet. Hefting his shield, and quickly looking down at his sword to make sure the tip hadn't snapped off or something similarly terrible, he started back up the hill, the giants had not been finished off yet!