ZeIth knew he was in a bit if a spot. He gave one more scan of the sky to see if maybe Toegar had a change if heart. After maybe 3 seconds he gave up. Thus was bad. F te figure was troll, he'd never be able to fend off anything with a dislocated sword-arm, and there is no way it was a dwarf, to tall. He gave quick thought into fleeing to the treeline, but quickly dropped the idea. 'what am I thinking? I'm fucking glowing..' he often wondered why he didn't follow in his fathers footsteps and just remain a councilman.<br/><br/>He set his shield down at the aide of the stump,and drew his sword, with obvious difficulty, in his left hand. He was always taught to protect his right arm, web if he has to give up his left, due to the extreme lack of skill with his left hand. He attempted to balance it with his left hand, to at least LOOK like he knew what he was doing. He swallowed hard, got ready for the worst, and hoped maybe the figure didn't see him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>