[i]Zande expelled the breath from his lungs and jumped off his back leg, being the lunatic that he was. His feet left the ground as he attempted to take the shield bash in his plated chest with expert timing, a far sturdier target than the face. It was almost like a frat boy chest bumping. The knight had two weapons and only one was close enough to be used without giving away intent. Zande had not missed this fact.  He meant to embrace the scutum against his body to temporarily leave the knight without a defence. 

The right axe came whistling down towards Zachary's left clavicle in a diagonal descent at the same time, not as mightily had Zande's feet been planted but still weighty enough to kill. The Wildman's left arm would be held at the ready to deal with the sword should the knight try to devote any final moments to revenge.[/i]