!!9I4SJG4jQPb 02/09/12(Thu)21:11 No.17877327|
But, there was a reason the stranger had been playing defensively, and he lead Dowjin's sword with his body, sucking in his guts and leaning back. Tiling his sword down, it wasn't to parry, but to thrust!
The stranger's tip jams into Dowjin's crossguard, hooking its rounded wheel. With a deft flick of his wrist, he levers the hilt out of Dowjin's hands, sending the dragon slayer sailing away, to clatter onto the floor to his left.
Unarmed, Dowjin leaps back, one hand bracing upon the back of the sofa as he swings his legs up and over to clear it, rolling his body away as fast as he can, to get out of the stranger's reach.
But the man pursueth, leaping atop the couch proper and riding it down as it tipped, shouldering Dowjin into the wall behind him, and lifting his icy blade to the dragon's throat.