It was the Garrett's ability to observe more than his sheer skill that had carried him along so far in life. Not that he was abysmal at being able to hold his own in a fight, but he was certainly not as skilled as those who toiled at it day in and day out. Nor did he intend to compete with them in that regard. According to Vic, one had to venture out and broaden their skill set, he definitely prefered being a jack of all than an ace of one. His reaction to the demonic being had been very cautious.
When he noticed the assault of the magical teeth under him, he'd realised that there were pockets in the attack that were not as densely packed with those blessed, shearing processes. So the spellsword had stepped into one of those pockets and remained as stationary as he could while he was tossed up and then as he fell. Of course, his calculations weren't perfect, but he still had legs to stand on. In contrast, his fellow man, had moved around through the attack to save his
beloved. Oh, the folly of love. Now he lay broken... The Garrett stifled the urge to look smug.
Mostly because he still needed his partner to heal him, while he felt that he was entitled to it, he certainly didn't like having to rely on her this way. Nonetheless, she complied and that is all that truly mattered. He felt the sharp pain in his hand, dull to a throbbing ache, which was much easier to deal with and didn't render him useless. His sword felt a little heavy in his hand, so he let it drop while he got accustomed to the new sensation. Rolling his shoulders a little, till he was convinced he was ready.
It was because of this precise rapport, that he shared with the healer that a small voice compelled him to act in order to save her. He felt the tiniest tug of the protective instinct, to somehow save her from that stomp. If nothing else, then because she still had a purpose in his schemes. Given that it wasn't his most natural instinct to save another by putting himself into harms way, he was too slow to act on it. Lucky for him, or rather her, after briefly mourning over the state of her partner, the other girl stepped up.
Amidst all the critters who probably knew what their big daddy was capable of, had so far given the group caught within the knock up, a wide berth. Now that the teeth had done their job, a small swarm of demonic critters decided to test his patience. Making their way to him from his side probably intending to get past him and make a meal out of the semi-unconscious man. Given that there was a much bigger threat to deal with, he drew in a long breath and hacked and slashed through them. Taking quite a few cuts and bruises which he knew would need tending later.
The dark haired woman lured the monster towards her and managed to lob off one of his tusks and then winded up thrown against a building...
Of course. he thought, bitterly. Emotions always blind. With Michi out of harm's way, he did see a plan emerging, and the woman's move had left an opening. But it would need coordination, and it'd depend on if Michi followed through on his next... request, or rather order. '
Michi, throw me up.' he said, rather bitterly, not amused at having to risk himself for a getaway. But such was the circumstance.
There was a permanent grimace on his face from the injuries he'd suffered, but at least he wasn't down... yet. The plan would involve him being thrown up, and basically shoving his sword up the roof off the damn creature's mouth. He then could use the hook of his blade to latch onto the lower jaw and break his fall. If teeth were his weapon of choice, maybe tearing open his mouth would be their best option. He prepared himself, these idiots were going to owe him their life today.
1500/1400
- Spells, stats, mana and The Demon:
Meet Cho'Gath
Spell sustained by Victor: War Cry (Sword, Rank A)
Mana: 620-200=420-200 = 220