Tar swore as he landed on his ass. The wound in his chest ached. A slow crimson trickle flowed under his armor. Tar had had enough. Surrender was no option. Fuck the island and the jailors. This was personal now. She would pay for her arrogance.<br/>"Let's see how you fare without your toy!"<br/>Tar launched himself at her, his hands reaching for the halberd. If he could just get that damn stick out of her hands this fight would quickly go his way.