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Just as Dartega had lifted K'Girr from the ground, he felt a sudden pull as his opponent's foot came crashing down upon his demon blade, driving it even deeper into the earth. With a very bitter resentment, he released his grasp from it's hilt and pulled away as quickly as possible, managing to prevent his arm from being severed with just moments to spare. 

Leaving his blade sticking out of the dirt left a sour taste in his mouth, fueling a rage within him and strengthening his resolve. Either he would slay this wild savage and retrieve his weapon, or die trying. Zande clearly showed no remorse, screaming ferociously, a scene that would intimidate all but the most courageous of adversaries. Luckily, Dartega was one of them. 

Immediately after Zande's axe had passed him by, he [i]jumped[/i] aggressively forward, stabbing at his opponent with Bozar and demonstrating his military precision. 

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With his relentless assault, he hoped to finally land a decent strike upon his foe. It probably wouldn't be a killshot, since Bozar was much smaller and lighter than the broadsword, more of a cavalry sabre in concept. Still, it would be enough to leave a nasty gash or possibly sever an artery, if his timing was right.

The best defense was a great offense, he reasoned. That had always been his motto, and it was that very mindset that had brought him here on this very fateful day. No doubt, the stakes were higher now than they probably ever had been, especially with him flying through the air. It was an incredibly risky technique, but it was the only move that offered him the speed and element of suprise he desired.