The Deor was surprised that worked as well as it did, he actually felt a bit sick from the sight of the guard who clutched as his bleeding face and the draw the magic took on him. However, it would seem that the other guard would capitalize upon this moment of nausea to plant his gladius into Larach's side like a fresh boquet of flowers. The brigadine armor did its job to guide the tip away, but the perfect nature of the weapon simply let the steel plates guide it somewhere else to sink to the hilt.


Run through, the Gyurgist lost his cherub-like demeanor as he let out a hellish cry through ruined vocal chords and choked up to the head of the mallet. He grabbed the warriors hand holding the sword who had a firm investment on the equine insides and brought the fifty pound head down upon the warriors skull. Even with the free arm to block, the sheer frantic driven strength of the blacksmith simply plowed the alumen armored sleeve into the judges head as well. 

With one guard on the floor, the other had time to recover and draw his weapon as well. Larach, having just had a close encounter of the pointy kind, did not want a matched set of scars so swung with his hammer in a wide swing that had the guard easily parry, but not the follow up free hand not holding the sword in place. It was a simple push that had the guarding take a step back and bang his head against the wall. Nothing serious at all, unless you already had a nail back there. 

The iron was driven home and the two guards fell now. Most likely they were maimed and not murdered but they were surely defeated. 

Dropping to his knees, Larach kept the blade in his side as he tried to remove the alumail with diminishing strength. He removed the empty backpack for the others of the crew to load up before he carried it back to the ship. While sitting there, the Equine had time to ponder how they would get back on the boat if they jumped off the railing to get there in the first place.