09-27-2020, 08:46 PM
Lennox just stood there, as if he was a statue. Then he felt the adrenaline pumping. He began breathing very heavily, very noticably. His eyes dilated, darting back and forth as he watching the wall crumble and two shards of the sword approach him. Had his senses not left him, he'd recognize that the sword he was fighting against was not the real Dainsleif. It was as much a copy of the real blade like the morph who possessed it. However, Lennox still had Dyrnwyn filled with flame above his head. He turned and swiftly fired the blast of flames at the blue-haired girl. He had enough sense to ignore the dragon, and turned his attention to the halberdier. He had a score to settle with that one.
He charged at the halberdier and swung at him with wild abandon. The halberdier won't hurt him this time. However, he kept missing. His blind rage made him impatient and his 'wild swings' were actually pretty predictable. This wasn't Lennox Hyperion attacking Tiras. This was a rabid wolf that lost his mind, raging at a vaguely familiar foe. All the while, something at the back of his mind was still telling him to protect the dragon. It was tempered by the rage, but not deafened. He was still in there, but it was hard to fight it.
He charged at the halberdier and swung at him with wild abandon. The halberdier won't hurt him this time. However, he kept missing. His blind rage made him impatient and his 'wild swings' were actually pretty predictable. This wasn't Lennox Hyperion attacking Tiras. This was a rabid wolf that lost his mind, raging at a vaguely familiar foe. All the while, something at the back of his mind was still telling him to protect the dragon. It was tempered by the rage, but not deafened. He was still in there, but it was hard to fight it.