[Rosekitten]

He was about to go teach that damned woman a lesson she'd never live to learn from but with more troops coming in he sighed heavily. He still was more then ready for fighting but this was getting old. "damn it all.. " He hissed out before spinning both daggers for a moment before charging forward.

For the time being he had a good wind still going so he wasn't going to lose. Though the sheer numbers he knew it would get to the point where he couldn't keep going. The first of the new soldiers slammed himself into Thalion's blades as he withdrew them both and quickly moved to block incoming sword before freeing one hand and stabbing the man in one of the unprotected spots in the armor covering.

This same tactic went about for a short while, though it was easy to tell as the never ending fight went on Thalion was growing tired, it was to be expected.. he had to keep blocking and avoiding hits with every move he made. This was for his life and he knew it, but damn it he wasn't going to sit down and let them have it. Though his weariness was really showing with one of the soldiers landed a skimming strike against Thalion. It barely broke the skin let alone did enough damage to really even bother looking at, but at the same time it made him notice that he was being sloppy in his fighting.

The one cut didn't really slow him down, but the fact that there seemed to be no end to the onslaught he was finding himself forcing his body to move when it didn't want to. This made it easier to strike at him by any of the soldiers there. He went to make another strike to kill but instead misjudged his attack and ended up with a gash in his left shoulder. that was hardly good, it wasn't fetal unless it bled out that much but it still would make using that arm useless.

Even with the wound he gritted his teeth and kept defending himself till he found his back to a tree. He was panting heavily and gasping every once in a while trying to keep air and ignore the pain from his shoulder. Even a expert fighter wouldn't be able but to hold their own for so long in these odds. By now he had lost count as far as how many were dead or that were left, he couldn't focus that much.

Even being cornered and wounded he wasn't giving up if any of them gave him the chance he was going to kill them. He couldn't afford to die here, Mizuki needed help and he needed to get his report back to the Western camp. But mainly he didn't want to die here, any other time he'd be taunting and telling the enemy to kill him but .. he needed to live if not Mizuki then for Neimi as well, he just needed to keep that in mind that he had reasons to keep fighting no matter the costs.