[littl3chocobo]

'then we will be more closely matched for bruises' he laughingly said. loosening the weapon and turning it blunt-edged towards the closest elf he swung hard. the sickening crunch of the blow landing halted him for only a moment but it was enough for one of the drows to come at him with an upper-cut. he swing his free arm to block and screamed when the offending appendage met the hole in his arm, reflexively he took another swing this one running wide of the target