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[i]It was a situation Kull hadn't encountered before. An opponent who had thrown away their life to give their partner a fighting chance, even if it were unintentional. He'd not expected such audacity. Usually, he was the one who pulled the crazy shit. Kull hadn't time to bring his greataxe up for a swing, and it wasn't very convenient to defend against a rapier to begin with, so he opted for a less predictable solution. He pitched the huge bladed weapon headlong into Dame's legs as she surged up to him, letting her forward momentum take her to a world of pain before she got close enough to confidently stab him. She could still try, but she'd likely have to overextend and risk worse retribution. She was only lightly armored, her dress a pain in the ass, and she'd be hard pressed not to suffer severe gashes, torn ligaments, or damaged knees, depending on how she handled the counter. Either way, having an oversized battleaxe tossed head first into your legs really, really sucked. Most two handed weapons rarely exceeded seven pounds in weight, yet Kull's was three times that. It was made to create openings, to take advantage of those with common sense. It could only be wielded with about as much grace as a sledgehammer, but damned if it wasn't good for distractions. Few could look past the axe to see that the one holding it was a far more dangerous weapon.

Dangerous, but still annoyingly loud. He spat a wad of blood out before starting off on a mid-fight rant.[/i]

"GAH! SCREW YOU! WHO THE F*CK EVEN ARE YOU!? THOSE BASTARDS ARE TRYING TO TURN ME INTO 'KULL THE WOMAN SLAYER', DAMMIT!! THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY EYE!?"