(I'll just go with this post, Dral)

If there was ever one thing that Herriman wasn't, it was a mathematician. Now, Mifune was behind him, and he was just coming out an axe swing. Herriman had to think quickly, and he did so with his shoulders. The beast pelt he wore on his back for its magical protection covered a great deal of his shoulders and lower neck, so he wouldn't have to raise his arms to block the incoming strike, just shrug his shoulders upwards to put the beast pelt between him and Mifune's blade. Being the source of Herriman's magical armor, th beast pelt was much sturdier than the ragged sheet of animal skin it appeared to be, and it actually worked in deflecting the blade, Herriman being just quick enough to cause the blade to skid across the top of the pelt. 

Herriman wheeled around, the joint of the pincer arm distending itself as the whole thing went from claw to flail as Herriman swung it. He'd follow this up with a projectile from his axe, as he stepped backwards, a horizontal wave of energy that mimicked the shape of the axe's blade.