04-04-2012, 01:20 PM
A cut on his shoulder, a slice in his neck, a slit in the skin of his forearm, a nick on his chest, a wound opened in his brawny leg. The man was panicking, his sword swinging erratically with half the power of his first attempted strike. He abandoned all finesse, roaring incoherently at the Italian as he lost any tactic he may have held and settled for swinging the sword like a mace. Though this opened plenty of openings for Sebastian to duck under his guard, it also made fighting more risky. A desperate man did stupid things.
He had to end the fight before his desperate opponent made a mistake that would inevitably end in his death and Sebastian's injury.
Sebastian lashed out at the intruder's knee with a savage kick, weakening the joint and sending him to one knee. The pommel of his stiletto dagger slammed into his weakened grasp, sending the blade clanging to the ground. Sebastian slammed the other dagger's pommel into the unfortunate bandit's face and leapt over his shoulder, yanking one of his arms behind his back and twisting it painfully behind his back.
He held a dagger across the bandit's throat, growling a warning into the much bigger man's ear.
"If you move I will slit your throat," he hissed, teeth snapping shut on the bandit's ear and tearing part of it off savagely. The blade of his other dagger was digging into the bandit's forearm, warning him how easily the Italian could end his life. Jazper and Anann would choose his fate.
He had to end the fight before his desperate opponent made a mistake that would inevitably end in his death and Sebastian's injury.
Sebastian lashed out at the intruder's knee with a savage kick, weakening the joint and sending him to one knee. The pommel of his stiletto dagger slammed into his weakened grasp, sending the blade clanging to the ground. Sebastian slammed the other dagger's pommel into the unfortunate bandit's face and leapt over his shoulder, yanking one of his arms behind his back and twisting it painfully behind his back.
He held a dagger across the bandit's throat, growling a warning into the much bigger man's ear.
"If you move I will slit your throat," he hissed, teeth snapping shut on the bandit's ear and tearing part of it off savagely. The blade of his other dagger was digging into the bandit's forearm, warning him how easily the Italian could end his life. Jazper and Anann would choose his fate.