[table][row][right][color=0072bc][h3][b]Einar[/b][/h3][/color]Lothian Empire  ||  Garleton: Plaza  ||  Evening[/right][/row][cell]Einar heard the cries of pain leave the enemy archer's throat as they took one last gulp of air as his blade fatally sliced through their side, shredding through their armor and abdomen, slicing the unfortunate soul right open. Of course, while he did expect one of his allies nearby would enter the fray, he didn't react quick enough to address the new threat that popped out of the corner at an inopportune time.

His blade was still carving through the stomach of the archer, leaving him little time to counter as the man heaved his axe into the air. Fortunately though, Einar was able to curve his sword out of the archer. Unfortunately though, he wasn't stable enough at the time when he swung his sword up to deflect the strike, causing him to lose some of his footing.

Using the power behind the swing, the mercenary let himself be knocked back, tumbling and slamming onto the ground. Using the momentum from the attack, Einar rolled back and bounced up onto his two feet, wobbling for a few seconds as he watched the bandit pull their axe out where the mercenary had been prior to that assault.

Quickly eyeing the other three, he saw the life quickly leaving the other archers eyes, with the sound of a crash, gurgling, and clank transpiring behind him. He whipped his head to witness that the Lordling's blade had struck true through one of the bandits, causing him to grin for a second before recalling his own predicament and turning back around to face his opponent.

Einars eyes widened and he began grinding his teeth as he stabilized himself, gripping the blade tightly with one hand as he watched the bandit slink towards the building he was in a few seconds ago. The man had a savage twinkle in his eye as he licked his chops and was beginning to slowly raise his axe into the air.

[color=0072bc]"Tch, bastard."[/color]

Einar furrowed his brows as he pressed his right foot on the road and launched himself forward, back into the fray once more. He quickly assessed the situation, noticing a small foot near the door and the fact that the axe was coming down; he could easily exploit this opening, but he determined that one of the children would of perished in the process if he tried this.

Looking to the side briefly at his compatriots, he deftly swung his sword up as he slid in beneath the bandit, his sword clashing with the axe as he felt a similar power going into this swing. But that was all it was, just a swing; it lacked any finesse or training at all, allowing him to lock blades with the fighter. [color=0072bc]"Go on, get outta' here!"[/color]

The shivering children and their crumpled father silently nodded to themselves, struggling to squeeze through the duo, to which the bandit looked to try and exploit, before being shoved back a little. Einar kept the pressure up, his other hand palmed against the end of his blade as he stared down the assailant, grunting and growling at the man, keeping his position until the small family had completely escaped this skirmish.[/cell][cell][img]https://i.postimg.cc/FHvr0y5G/untitled3.png[/img]
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Status: [color=B0FF37]This is nothin'[/color]
[/center][u]Class	  [/u]
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[u]Inventory    [/u]
Iron Sword
Vulnerary

[u]Experience [/u]
10/10

[u]Stats	   [/u]
END:	D
STR:	D
MAG:	C
DEX:	C
SPD:	D
DEF:	E
RES:	E
LCK:	E

[u]Action	   [/u]
Locking Blades w/ a Bandit

[u]Supporting  [/u]
Alnard ([@Sho Minazuki])
Branna ([@Typical])
Thom ([@Enalais])[/cell][/table]