[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Swift_Assassin]

Lennox barely had time to grab his weapons when the halberdier charged at him. Lennox dove out of the way towards Dyrnwyn and grabbed it on his way back to his feet. The halberdier was in a ready stance sizing him up. Lennox took advantage of the pause and attempted to lock the halberd down into the dirt. He thought he had the morph set. All he needed to do was turn the blade and swing up. But the morph moved first, maneuvering the hook of the halberd behind his leg and pulling it. Lennox lost balance and got a bit of a gash in his leg as he broke the lock and backed off. If that weapon was in a less worn state, that could have done much more damage. "Never fought against a halberd before. Didn't realize how versatile they were."

"This is a message from Lord Nergal."

"That's about the response I expected," Lennox sighed as he actually took time to examine his opponent. He had a knife on him. Shit. If I go and grab the halberd, he'll grab the knife. As he examined him, a familiar feeling came over him. As he realized it, the halberd came swinging down towards his head, which Lennox narrowly blocked with Dyrnwyn. It hit him. He just locked him down in place for that damn magic lightning. The halberdier broke the lock as the spell struck Lennox, dropping him to a knee as the bolt struck through him. His grip tighten on Dyrnwyn as the lightning coursed through him and the sword. The halberdier backed off, turning his attention briefly towards Tiras. He began approaching him from a blind spot, before he heard Lennox moving again.

The morph turned to see Lennox, this time with a large almost spiderweb like scar going down his chest, with Dyrnwyn in flames in his hand. His greatest fortune with that blade was that it's fire doesn't burn it's wielder. The blade was hot in hands, but not enough to leave serious scarring. But the lightning caused Dyrnwyn's own flames to spark, leaving an ignited sword in his hand. The halberdier returned to his ready stance and waited for Lennox to make a move. It was fortunate that he did, because, at the moment, Lennox can't move. Not properly anyway. His heart was racing, his breathing was much harder, and his focus was anywhere but here. He can't take that again. Sure, he presently can't feel the pain where hit new scar his, but the sensations he was feeling was all over the place. He attempted to power through what he was and wasn't feeling. He was on his feet. He had an iron grip on Dyrnwyn with his right hand. Sure, his left had an iron grip on itself, but that wasn't the point here.

He lifted the sword over his head and swung towards the halberdier, firing a discharge of fire at the morph. He dodged it and Lennox repeated. Yet again he dodged and he moved in to attack. Lennox lowered his guard and the halberder went for an overhead strike with the halberd. He's obviously thinking that if it was blocked, he could always thrust the spear tip right into his face. But Lennox side stepped and swung up at the shaft of the halberd and cut right through it. He stepped back a step on the upswing and swung back down again into the face of the morph, finishing him off. Lennox fell with the downswing as the morph faded away. His legs began twitching as the weight was taken off of them. Someone has to gut that damn spellcaster.