[@AllHollowsEve][@Ciaran]

[i]Like how a shark's eyes roll back as it tears into prey, so did the Captain's visage morph from that of a buffoon to a killer. His lips curled back into a rictus snarl over clenched teeth, eyes turning flat and dull, almost lazy. He darted in towards Lilly's left as she shoved her way in front, red cloak flaring out behind him, intending to reach her before her ally could recover her footing and at the same time using the musclebound female as a human blockade, keeping her between him and the fencer.

As Lilly tried to plant her left foot and deliver a right cross, Kull lashed out with a snapping right kick aimed to knock her instep out from under her as she shifted her weight forwards, at the point of no return. It'd be tough seeing this one coming, considering how her attention would likely be on that big axehead and not her opponent's footing. The kick, meant to take her foot out from under her right before she fully stepped down, would result in her balance flying off kilter, making Lilly veer off to her left if she were tripped. Provided she threw the punch anyways, Kull would carry through with the motion of his kick to slip past her guard, screwing his lead foot right back down, bending deep at the knees, tucking his chin in, and ducking low with a powerful counter-clockwise twist of the waist, letting his axe drop into a fluid slice meant to gnash the woman's legs out from under her at the knees with such force that she'd be send into a half cartwheel if struck, broken and maimed legs swapping places with her head.

In short, he suddenly launched himself at Lilly, tried to trip her as she stepped towards him, and would cleave her legs with a low diagonal swing of his axe whilst she was without footing or leverage, ducking under her right arm if she lashed out at him in the same motion. Armor or no armor, the weight of his axehead and the force behind it would severely cripple at least one leg if it struck, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

The exchange took only a little more than two seconds, a surge of outrageous violence that, moments ago, few could have guessed he was capable of. Chances are Dame would be pushed roughly away from the fight one moment, only to blink into the new reality of crunching metal followed by the stout man standing right in front of her, like magic, dead in the way of where she'd have tried to manouver.

Were Kull to floor Lilly, he'd wind up only a few feet away from the Dame, in a wide half crouch with his axehead resting on the ground and his guard provocatively low, nostrils flaring. One would half expect this monster of a man's body to be smoking from the ferocity of his exertion.

He'd be aware of Lilly's position nearby, and of the Dame's capacity to attack without hesitation. That being said, he'd not immediately try to attack either one. He'd be looking between the two of them in a sustained pause, as if to let the scenario sink in, staring off into the depths of space. His head twitched sharply, like the spasm of a guinea pig, if a guinea pig could be the deadliest man in the world with an axe.[/i]