Things were going better than Alex had hoped, and yet, still drastically short of how she would have liked. Her own skills far exceeded that of the majority of these supposed bandits, but twenty rabid dogs can kill a lion. She silently cursed herself for her arrogance, it was unbefitting of a Knight. Another man came at her, roaring savagely as if possessed by some demon. He held perhaps the largest axe she had ever seen, and yet despite its size and power, he held it above his head as if it were nothing.<br/><br/>He seemed to have chosen her from afar, clearly had run some distance and was shouting such words that would make a Dwarf blush. His entire body seemed to be nothing but muscle. Thick veins coarsed across his body as his muscles stood tensed and flexed. His eyes were blood-shot and seethed with rage. Ink covered various parts of his battle-worn frame, depicting horrifying images. Blood was smeared across his face as if he had taken a strong blow and merely shrugged it off. This man, was clearly built for killing.<br/><br/>Alex raised an eyebrow as he approached, his foot work seemed sloppy. He had no real way of stopping himself at the speed he was coming at. She made a feint, almost appearing as if she was pulling back in fear of him, only enticing his charge further, before quickly lunging forward, holding her sword behind her. Her shield went forward first, digging into the ground just a few paces in front of him. By the time he realized the warrior's intent, it was too late. Confusion and panic now covered his face.<br/><br/>He made contact with the shield, his shins clattering painfully against it as he struggled to slow. It was simply work for Alex now, as he tumbled, she followed with the shield, essentially 'tossing' the man while in mid air, using the momentum that he had built from his charge. As he flew through the air, Alex's shield was there to keep him company, forcing him further away. He managed to cover some distance before he came crashing to the ground, his weapon bouncing away, his back cracking against the ground with a disgusting breaking sound. Alex didn't know if he was dead, or his spine was broken. But what she did know, is that this chap was down!<br/><br/>But enough of this. She turned quickly, moving after the flustered Templar.<br/><br/>"I appreciate your kind words good Templar. But I fear the Maker has a poor sense of humor if I am his idea of a blessing." she said softly, not wishing to offend but also in a "Oh buggery we're being chased by an army of angry bastards who want to rape and kill me." tone of voice. She stuck close, splitting up would be dangerous, but she tried to keep an eye out for anyone in distress who needed aid in pulling back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>