[@TheHangedMan][hider=Sol Windblade]As Sol anticipated, so he was barely able to bring his sheath up in time to block the kick, saving his body from injury but the raw power behind it still sent him sliding back across the field. Sol watched in puzzlement as the army vanished and a human appeared where the skeleton had once stood. It seemed his guess was right again, the flowing blood had been the begins of his body reconstructing. He allowed himself a brief grin of triumph at both his guesses being correct, then re-evaluated his foe once more. 

This was the character he'd sensed behind those bones. The warrior in front of him seemed as though he had fought in a thousand wars. The axe propped on his shoulder meant he could propel it with incredible force in a downward chop, or he use the same method in a diagonal or horizontal swing. It would be best to attack on the side the axe was held so as to limit the options for attack. "[b]Only my very best sir.[/b]" Sol said cordially. Then with sheath in his right hand and sword in the other Sol launched forward attacking without even bothering to stop his momentum.

 For if this was to work he would have to make the most of his speed and lighter weaponry, launching an unceasing flurry of attacks. In a seemingly stupid move Sol had gone for the most forward approach, a single stab aimed directly at the center of his opponent's chest with his sheath still held at his side. If the axe came down Sol would slide forward, between his opponent's legs and slashing upwards and striking his foe straight up the middle. If the man was as fast as Sol dreaded and there was no time to execute the slide he would bring his sword and sheath together in an X to attempt to block the fearsome axe. There was no time for second guessing or dancing around in a prolonged duel when a single mistake would doubtless result in his down fall. He had to end this quickly, one way or the other.[/hider]