As the Akalak ducked under his attack, Kel grunted in irritation, his swing whizzing through the air, meeting empty space. Kel felt his legs twist as his momentum carried his attack farther than intended. But instead of allowing the force of his strike to make him stumble, Kel leaned back, increasing his momentum, allowing the weight of his trident to swing him around. The Svefra pivoted on the balls of his heels, spinning around in a complete 360 before coming to a halt in a defensive stance.
Chest heaving, it only took a few ticks to size up his opponent. Kel noted the purple man’s tense grip on his weapon and the wide eyed look as he narrowly dodged the sweeping razor sharp blades of the trident head as it flew overhead.
Kel couldn’t tell how old the Akalak was but he guessed he was fairly young given the fact that instead of instantly going on the offense the moment he saw the Svefra breaking into the Alements, the Akalak felt the need to announce his presence. Kel would have struck while he had the element of surprise. But law enforcement always seemed to need to brandish their authority about themselves with a sense of arrogance. But maybe it was more of a power trip than a trait of the youth.
Either way, it didn’t matter.
Kel’s disgust for authority was obvious.
He was ready when the naginata flashed through the air towards him, intending to spill his intestines out on the cold stone below him. Kel lifted his trident between his hands and caught the blade in between his hands on the leather wrapped metal pole. The long pole was redirected as the attack failed, whistling down at him from above.
Once again, Kel caught the blade in between his hands on the shaft of the trident above his head, muscles taunt and straining against the pressure the Akalak forced against weapon.
The black clad Svefra intended to keep the two weapons locked together above his head. If that was successful, Kel would snaked his foot up and slam it into his foe’s chest, knocking him backwards.
Chest heaving, it only took a few ticks to size up his opponent. Kel noted the purple man’s tense grip on his weapon and the wide eyed look as he narrowly dodged the sweeping razor sharp blades of the trident head as it flew overhead.
Kel couldn’t tell how old the Akalak was but he guessed he was fairly young given the fact that instead of instantly going on the offense the moment he saw the Svefra breaking into the Alements, the Akalak felt the need to announce his presence. Kel would have struck while he had the element of surprise. But law enforcement always seemed to need to brandish their authority about themselves with a sense of arrogance. But maybe it was more of a power trip than a trait of the youth.
Either way, it didn’t matter.
Kel’s disgust for authority was obvious.
He was ready when the naginata flashed through the air towards him, intending to spill his intestines out on the cold stone below him. Kel lifted his trident between his hands and caught the blade in between his hands on the leather wrapped metal pole. The long pole was redirected as the attack failed, whistling down at him from above.
Once again, Kel caught the blade in between his hands on the shaft of the trident above his head, muscles taunt and straining against the pressure the Akalak forced against weapon.
The black clad Svefra intended to keep the two weapons locked together above his head. If that was successful, Kel would snaked his foot up and slam it into his foe’s chest, knocking him backwards.
Legend
Fratava
Common
Fratava
Common
