[Espy]

Skoll tripped and nearly impaled himself on the blade as the gray-haired man's sword flashed out in front of him. He saw the descending axe and from the ground swung his remaining blade out weakly to block. The impact numbed his arm, and as he pulled himself upright on the wall, Skoll nearly dropped his weapon. The billowing but ragged cape now draped over a single shoulder; the leather straps had been cut.

Skoll glanced down. First the first time in a while, his eyes weren't the only thing drenched in red.