Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140628034226/@comment-10906938-20140802032818

Endriel spun and saw a heavily armored man advancing. She spent three arrows at him, all which inneffectually glanced off his shield. Endriel let out a little "Oh." and backed up, not knowing how to deal with her flail-wielding assailant. His weapon had three fist-sized spiked heads, coated with what looked like rust. It just as easily, however, could have been dried blood. Against his flail, heavy shield, and plate armor, she had a dagger. She balanced lightly on her feet, and lunged forward. Her attack ended suddenly when he brought the flail down. She danced back, baffled. When he tried a sideways-slash, she could only dodge. She did notice that the ring at the top of his handle was of dubious strength. She kept dodging, waiting for a chance. Finally she struck, cracking the ring. The three heads were launched away at frightful, and buried themselves in a wooden support. Endriel failed to recognize what a threat even a wooden stick was, something that gave her a deal of pain when she was struck with a brutal bash and was cudgelled in the side. The man kicked at her with a plated boot. She rolled to evade, but suddenly found herself at the edge of the overlook.