12-05-2014, 02:55 AM
The second club wielder was in a very precarious position as the Chosen Undead advanced on the giant warriors again. With his joint damaged and pierced like that he was limping, and on the icy, snow covered slope of a hill? That was a most precarious way to stand and hold oneself for sure, he would not be much of a threat in this battle. However, the axe wielder was angry, he was still strong, and he had likely grown wise to the Chosen's tricks by now, or he thought he was at least. Naturally the axe wielding giant easily pulled ahead of his limping comrade, his axe clutched in his hands as he brought it to the side and then around in a low sweep to once again try and keep the Chosen Undead from rolling. So, instead he hopped backwards. The axe skimmed just in front of his armored knees, as he slid across the icy slope, barely keeping his balance, before he rushed forward. He nearly slid again, but he got in close, and his blade lashed out, cutting towards the inside of the giant's right leg. It bit down above the slash from before, and this time, he hit the back of the knee. The giant let out a bellow of surprise and pain, he had swung lower than was perhaps wise to keep the undead from rolling into the swing and past the stone blade, but he had not been expecting the Chosen to hop backwards, to take a back step.
Now, he was tumbling forward, toppling onto one knee, his hand going to rest on the ground, but the Undead had already charged through the giant's legs. His limping comrade was just behind him, having finally managed to catch up, but he was not prepared for the metal clad swordsman. The Chosen undead rushed him, and the giant lifted his club to bring it around in a smashing blow, trying to take a step back at the same time, and the Chosen just sprinted through. Rather than slashing and keeping him in range, he lifted that grooved, silver shield, and slammed into the giant's injured leg! Much as he suspected, the giant let out a bellow and that limb buckled, sliding across the ice and breaking his footing. He bellowed and slid downwards, his club swinging wide of the armored undead, as he fell to his back. The ice cracked beneath him as he slid back into the trees, but the walking corpse had already turned back around to run back towards the axe wielder. Said unfortunate giant was only just getting up to his one good foot, when the straight sword thrust towards the back of his leg, his left leg. The steel tip slammed into that joint, and pierced it. Another roar of pain came from the giant as he fell to his knees, his hands going to keep himself from sliding down, but that probably would have been the better move for him. With him stable the Chosen dashed around the giant's right, and brought his sword around, pushing it into the giant's side, easily reached with the giant on all fours. A loud gasp of air, like a gale of wind, burst from dark blue lips as the sword slid deep into his body, impaling him. The undead pushed it deep, pushed it into the hilt and twisted, shifting before he pulled free, just in time for the giant to desperately bring an arm back to smash into him.
The corpse this time, did not get his shield up in time, and took it straight on the chest. All the air in his lungs escaped him as he hurtled backwards, landing hard onto the icy, snowy slope, before sliding the whole way back down, to hit one of the trees once again. Fortunately, not where the club wielder had slid down, yet the Chosen didn't delay in standing back up, shaking the shivering cold. He was sure that ribs would have been broken but...while he could feel a bruise forming, while his breastplate was dented he...felt mostly fine. Had he grown tougher in addition to the small speed boost? He must have, otherwise he would have been in a great agony from fractured ribs! It was something to remember, but definitely not taken advantage of. So, he took care of his surroundings, the frost giant he had stabbed in the side was not dead yet, seriously injured, and bleeding from a wound to the side, unable to even stand thanks to two damaged knees, but not dead, his friend, with the club, was standing up, looking towards the Chosen murderously, and there was still that third up at the top, what he was doing the Chosen was not sure. Either way he moved towards the club wielder, stepping through the snow towards him, sword and shield still firmly in hand! The club came up, and the Chosen darted to the left, into the trees, avoiding the smashing club, which sent up a spray of snow. The impact was still enough to make him stumble but not enough to stop him from stepping back around the tree and once again neatly cutting the other knee and sending him forward onto his hands and knees. The giant tried to swing his arms around, but he just slammed into the tree, while the Chosen came around again, and for this giant, his sword swung up towards the throat, and blood sprayed across the snow.
The body crumpled, falling to the ground limply as the lifeblood fled the giant, and the Chosen walked past the corpse. He had killed giant, human, undead and dragon in his time, one more death was not something to linger over, instead he advanced on the fallen axewielder, who attempted to scoot away. Yet, the Chosen blocked a swipe from his hand on his shield, sliding back, before he then rushed forward, and went into a slide, sliding under another bat, before he twisted and brought that straight sword around, slamming it into the giant's head, and that body crumpled. The swordsman stood up, and then advanced up the hill...and the third one was gone. Oh he hadn't vanished, there was a clear trail through the snow and ice, leading...somewhere, but the question is did the Chosen Undead try to track him down, or leave him? Well, the blizzard was still strong, odds were he wouldn't have much time before the trail vanished...it was better to continue on his way. If the giant had friends well...they'd probably find him, no point worrying about it now. So, he sheathed his sword, and continued onwards, deeper into the mountains.
Now, he was tumbling forward, toppling onto one knee, his hand going to rest on the ground, but the Undead had already charged through the giant's legs. His limping comrade was just behind him, having finally managed to catch up, but he was not prepared for the metal clad swordsman. The Chosen undead rushed him, and the giant lifted his club to bring it around in a smashing blow, trying to take a step back at the same time, and the Chosen just sprinted through. Rather than slashing and keeping him in range, he lifted that grooved, silver shield, and slammed into the giant's injured leg! Much as he suspected, the giant let out a bellow and that limb buckled, sliding across the ice and breaking his footing. He bellowed and slid downwards, his club swinging wide of the armored undead, as he fell to his back. The ice cracked beneath him as he slid back into the trees, but the walking corpse had already turned back around to run back towards the axe wielder. Said unfortunate giant was only just getting up to his one good foot, when the straight sword thrust towards the back of his leg, his left leg. The steel tip slammed into that joint, and pierced it. Another roar of pain came from the giant as he fell to his knees, his hands going to keep himself from sliding down, but that probably would have been the better move for him. With him stable the Chosen dashed around the giant's right, and brought his sword around, pushing it into the giant's side, easily reached with the giant on all fours. A loud gasp of air, like a gale of wind, burst from dark blue lips as the sword slid deep into his body, impaling him. The undead pushed it deep, pushed it into the hilt and twisted, shifting before he pulled free, just in time for the giant to desperately bring an arm back to smash into him.
The corpse this time, did not get his shield up in time, and took it straight on the chest. All the air in his lungs escaped him as he hurtled backwards, landing hard onto the icy, snowy slope, before sliding the whole way back down, to hit one of the trees once again. Fortunately, not where the club wielder had slid down, yet the Chosen didn't delay in standing back up, shaking the shivering cold. He was sure that ribs would have been broken but...while he could feel a bruise forming, while his breastplate was dented he...felt mostly fine. Had he grown tougher in addition to the small speed boost? He must have, otherwise he would have been in a great agony from fractured ribs! It was something to remember, but definitely not taken advantage of. So, he took care of his surroundings, the frost giant he had stabbed in the side was not dead yet, seriously injured, and bleeding from a wound to the side, unable to even stand thanks to two damaged knees, but not dead, his friend, with the club, was standing up, looking towards the Chosen murderously, and there was still that third up at the top, what he was doing the Chosen was not sure. Either way he moved towards the club wielder, stepping through the snow towards him, sword and shield still firmly in hand! The club came up, and the Chosen darted to the left, into the trees, avoiding the smashing club, which sent up a spray of snow. The impact was still enough to make him stumble but not enough to stop him from stepping back around the tree and once again neatly cutting the other knee and sending him forward onto his hands and knees. The giant tried to swing his arms around, but he just slammed into the tree, while the Chosen came around again, and for this giant, his sword swung up towards the throat, and blood sprayed across the snow.
The body crumpled, falling to the ground limply as the lifeblood fled the giant, and the Chosen walked past the corpse. He had killed giant, human, undead and dragon in his time, one more death was not something to linger over, instead he advanced on the fallen axewielder, who attempted to scoot away. Yet, the Chosen blocked a swipe from his hand on his shield, sliding back, before he then rushed forward, and went into a slide, sliding under another bat, before he twisted and brought that straight sword around, slamming it into the giant's head, and that body crumpled. The swordsman stood up, and then advanced up the hill...and the third one was gone. Oh he hadn't vanished, there was a clear trail through the snow and ice, leading...somewhere, but the question is did the Chosen Undead try to track him down, or leave him? Well, the blizzard was still strong, odds were he wouldn't have much time before the trail vanished...it was better to continue on his way. If the giant had friends well...they'd probably find him, no point worrying about it now. So, he sheathed his sword, and continued onwards, deeper into the mountains.