Tar threw himself from the ground at her, reaching for the halberd. The woman smiled that smug grin of hers, though, perhaps expecting the move. Sinking into her stance she swung the halberd hard before he could reach her, connecting with the side of Tar's head with a resounding ring from his helmet. His world spun as he staggered back, still on his feet but blackness closing in on the edges of his vision.<br/><br/>She moved forward and swung the weapon again, this time at his legs in an attempt to bring him down. Tar had enough presence of mind to back out of the way, avoiding the blow, his legs feeling like wet noodles.<br/><br/>His momentum kept him staggering backward until his back connected with a tree. He shook his head, the world still spinning before his eyes even though he were no longer moving.<br/><br/>The woman lunged at him with the point aimed for his chest. Tar weakly lifted an arm to fend it off, but he was nearly helpless as it sunk into his chest, the pain nearly unbearable. She drew it free with a gasp and brought the halberd around, slamming him in the head again. Tar teetered to the side, feeling as though his jaw were broken.<br/><br/>The pain had the benefit, though, of waking him up. He was bleeding, wounded badly, and the realization spiked his adrenalin, bringing him wide awake. Tar gazed at his opponent, feeling himself on the brink of death.<br/><br/>