Cristove parried and then shoved back the Nundar he was fighting, stepping back in a familiar stance with a familiar and welcome presence there he smiled, "I should have known that was you roaring like beast in the early morning..." ducking down blocking then thrusting forward with his spear to catch a Nundar in the thigh, a scream of pain coming forth as it stumbled back. "You know you are lucky that I happened to be coming along this way...they were probably on their way to ambush you for making all that noise with that big mouth of yours!" he laughed while adjusting his grip on his spear, grasping near the end of it now he used the extra reach to keep two Nundar at bay. Spinning it over his head and down at them in a crisscross fashion, making his would be attackers step back to avoid his swings since they could not get at him with him doing that.<br/><br/>Snarling he allowed the tip of his spear to drag through the ground and on his next up swing he hurled a good chunk of stone and earth into the face of one of the Nundar, who stumbled back clutching at its bleeding face. Not wasting the momentum he continued into his next step, smacking the other Nundar at the ankle tripping her up and knocking her to the ground. Before she could move or make an attempt to do much of anything he stabbed down impaling her through the chest with enough force to effectively stake her to the ground. Lingering a bit to long as he struggled to free his spear he caught a claw across his chest by his original tormentor.<br/><br/>A growl of pain come from his lips as he staggered back, losing his spear to remain in the body of the fallen Nundar, the pain blinding him for a moment as his senses were completely focused on the wound in his chest; so the Nundar took advantage and uppercutting him in the jaw and taking the large male off his feet onto the flat of his back. Touching so much of the cool and welcoming embrace of the element with which he had such a strong connection actually aided him in focusing and so he was able to draw his short sword and deflect the downward strike that was coming from his own spear. Rolling to his feet he got up holding the sword with the blade along his forearm in defensive stance as he waited for the Nundar to attack, though he knew he was at a disadvantage in terms of reach of his level of skill with the weapon in his hand.