Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-5583506-20140810032734

Myling made no response to the axeman's threat and as soon as he came charging in, she dodged with such ease one might have mistaken her for floating a couple of inches above ground.

"What the hell?" groaned the man with the axe as he fell headlong down the ditch. "What was that?!"

Myling pulled out her wooden sword and ducked under the big Nord's swooping claymore. When she was on the ground she broke his right kneecap with the hilt of her sword.

The big Nord cried out in pain and sank down on one leg. She then continued to grab his head with her two hands and broke his nose against her knee. He flew backwards and unconscious with a stream of blood running down his nose.

The axeman struggled to crawl up from the ditch, but was met with the tip of Myling's wooden sword under his chin. "Heh, it isn't even sharp, lad!" he said with a sparse tooth smile.

Myling pulled down her scarf to reveal an expressionless face of feminine features. The axeman's smile faded away before she knocked him senseless with her weapon of choice. "No, but it's hard", she answered.