Figures, Balgair thought to himself as he fixed all four opponents in his sight. In for a sgillinn, in for a pound. Then lowering his center of mass, he drew the shield in and slowly advanced, step by step, until he could take on the first opponent. He eyed the long maul that the man carried and then lunged forward, driving the tip of his sword toward the man's belly. Even the biggest man will scream like a pig if his guts are falling to the floor.
The man shook his head slightly as he turned just enough to have the sword slide past him. A low growl was heard as he returned the favor, lowering the maul until the head pointed directly at Balgair's shield, drew back his arm slightly, and drove it forward like a piston, grunting as it slammed into the center of the mercenary's shield.
There was a loud clang, and Balgair found himself sliding back two steps. He shook his head as the reverberations traveled up his arm, numbing it momentarily. That won't work. He thought as he took a step ba…
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