IC: A goblin growled, drawing his sword, the rest of his small group destroyed.

Haunt smirked, spinning his spear in one hand and planting the non-spiked end in the ground. The goblin rushed him, yelling and swinging his blade. Aaron ducked, aiming Fury at the creature's stomach-

And missed, the sword nicking his ear as he rolled out of the way quickly, Aaron's lips opening in a cry of pain as blood started to trickle down the side of his face.

[I]Notes to self: Don't underestimate enemies. Sleep more. All the training in the world is no good if you're too tired to use it.[/I]

He shook off the pain, spinning and aiming Fury at the monster, spearing him through the chest before twisting the weapon up and slamming the back end into the ground again, impaling the goblin further before it dissipated into digital dust.

[I]New message.[/i]

***

"I can help."

Aaron walked in behind Cash and the others, Fury holstered across his back, hands dangling at his sides. His ear (while healed) hadn't regained the chunk of flesh that had been cut out. [I]Damn realism.[/I]

"I'm accustomed to fighting at the front, and my armor type means I can move faster and dodge easier."