As the crossbow bolts whistled towards Athinar, he only howled in delight. A real challenge, not some puny villagers, or pitiful sorcerer. As he closed the gap on the knight, six of the ten bolts caught him, two on his left shoulder, one on his right thigh, one was deflected by the armor on his left forearm, and one bounced off of his pauldron. The crossbow bolts only staggered him for a moment, causing him to shake his head, before ripping out the bolts, coming away with a spattering of blood. Running forward, Athinar threw the three bolts back at the crossbowmen, catching one twice in the throat, and another in the gut. Both fatal blows, with the force the fighter threw them with. The blood from the circular wounds oozed, rather than sprayed, as it seemed that he acted quickly enough to not have them cause any more serious damage.

Then, as he reached the knight, an arrow struck the champion's shoulder, freezing it, and turning everyone else's attention to the 'traitor'. Probably Narza or Umbra. Flinging his shield at Athinar's head, the bestial man ducked quickly as the hunk of metal slammed into a spearman behind him, knocking him out cold. When he attempted to slash his mysterious black sword at the knight, Athinar barely had time to brace himself before the knight swung the sword by the blade, aiming for his head. The hilt of the sword [i]clanged[/i] as it was deflected by Athinar's helm, even if it did dent it inwards, slightly, not enough to become a liability to the fighter. The real trouble came when the knight dropped down, and hooked it around his ankle, causing him to begin to fall. 

Before he reached the ground, however, the fighter reacted instantly, years of training by those [i]pathetic[/i] monks serving him well. Stabbing his sword into the dirt, Athinar swung around the blade, sliding back, and digging a shallow trench in the earth as he knelt down, still moving away from the knight. As his backwards momentum halted, he pulled the sword from the ground, and stood up. So, it seemed that this knight was more resourceful than the others. Oh well. Athinar grinned ferally. He would still die like the others. 

Before the knight could react, Athinar flung his sword at an armored swordsman, decapitating the guardsman, causing blood to spray from both his head and the stump of his neck. Stepping forward, locking his feet in place, Athinar cupped his hand in a clawed palm, focusing on the magnificent crimson spray around him. Instantly, the blood spilled by the battle, everywhere in the square, was sucked towards Athinar's palm, forming a [url=http://i.ytimg.com/vi/H0EsulEfMjs/maxresdefault.jpg]red ball of energy[/url] there. Thrusting his palm at the Knight's head, he smiled, and whispered in the knight's ear, [b][color=FireBrick]"Boom."[/color][/b] As it impacted the helmet, an explosion, formed of the concentrated life-force in the blood, detonated. Even if the knight was unharmed, it would fling him backwards, causing him to land on his back. Around Athinar, a shockwave caused the five closest guards to be knocked into the ground, making them break several bones. 

Athinar roared, a challenge to anyone nearby. Was there anyone who would try and take him on?