Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191204062122

Cyradon is blind to all around him now, his focus being entirely centered on the daemon a few inches away from him. The battle around him is but white noise as his eyes are locked with the daemon's. Even while wearing his helmet, he feels as though the creature can see into his own soul with the its unnatural eyes. He did not fear the creature but was in awe of its power, never before has he crossed blades with a fiend like this. He was confident that he had technique on his side, but the creature had strength and speed on its side. Again, he needed to be smarter than his foe, not attempt to out muscle it. One mistake would cost him his life.

Feeling the weight of the daemon's push, Cyradon attempts to use the force of the daemon's push to dislodge his sword from the bind, performing a spinning side step in the process, swinging his blade in a wide arc aimed again at the daemon's torso. He hopes the relatively unorthodox move catches the daemon off-guard, finding an opening in the daemon's guard.