[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]

The hand lashed out at Sir Garrett’s throat with blinding speed. Relying on his instincts Sir Garrett leaned just enough to avoid the stroke to his throat. The nails dug a furrow through his flesh just below his collarbone as he let his blades drop down and pointed them forward. Whipping himself forward Sir Garrett drove broad bladed sword forward in a vicious tight arc aimed at scraping down the vampires arm and removing the hand at the end of it as the vampire retracted the limb towards the edge of the blade as it twisted in Sir Garrett’s right hand. 

At the same time with a snarl of pain Sir Garrett drove the hunting knife in his left hand forward and twisted it with the flat of the blade pressed towards the edge of the vampires blade to check it from retaliating against his attempt to dismember the creatures right hand. 

Regardless of how the maneuver ended Sir Garrett disengaged with a short quick hop backwards into a more effective range for his blades as he made two quick vicious cuts to dissuade any sort of attempted pressure from his opponent as he created space in between them. 


As Sir Garrett’s blood flowed down the front of his leather armor he bared his teeth half in pain and half in a burning rage to slay this damned undead. There was absolutely no way he was going to win a war of attrition against this monster. It had incredible speed and strength as well as an unholy stamina. [i]Perhaps I should have brought lighter blades, if only I’d known. Such a pity[/i]. Rolling his wrists Sir Garrett’s lip pulled up into another snarl as he prepared for another onslaught against the man. 

In his native language Sir Garrett bellowed in the confined space causing the yell to reverberate down the corridor.

“Time to die, Monster!”