As she stepped out of his guard, he looked over to her, smirking as he saw her spirit. She was ready to do some damage. This pleased him to know that she wasn't helpless. As she spoke his name, he nodded, moving fluidly from her switch, in perfect sync. He pulled his axe up to block the small hammer the guard had, deflected the crushing blow. He quickly snuck into the guards body and sent his axe up, cutting into his chin and slicing his mouth clean open for blood to shower him. He would have corrected himself, had it not been for the slave behind the guard who stabbed him in the shoulder with a rather large spear. He gritted his teeth and held the spear in place, the slave trying to pull it out, a panicked look on his face. The other guard with the broken nose came to his right, his sword slashing down against him. He leaped left, trying to put some distance between him and the blade, only managing to have his arm split.<br/><br/>Teraida grew angry ripped the spear from his arm, letting it fly behind him as he rolled left again, pulling the claymore from his back and took off toward the slave. The slave panicked, trying to stab him again. He smirked, parried and snapped the spear. Before the rest of the spear hit the ground, the slaves head was removed by the sheer weight of the blade. He quickly ran at the guard, sliding to the right as he tried to stab forward. Once her was on the side, He slashed his blade across his stomach and pulled hard on the chain that was near his legs. The sudden pull sent the guard to the ground, Teraida turning to see her use of the sickle, striking the slave down with grace. He smiled as he turned to see the last slave who had sat back from the fight. With everyone of them dead, teraida was sure victory was in the clear.<br/><br/>Until he saw it. The weapon that could very well kill them both. The slave took from his back a bow, with several arrows in a quiver. He quickly nocked his bow, pulled back and shot one out. The bleeder's eyes widen as he arrow flew right for him, Striking him in the other shoulder, Finally a scream of pain could be heard from him as he went to one knee, seeing his life passing as the slave nocked another arrow. As the next one flew, He brought up his claymore and blocked it, but his arm's were slowly giving out, and he was pinned from the pain.