[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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"What?"

He heard the low growl of Jeremiah's voice, a sharp contrast from the boasting moments before, as he ran forwards. Fanilly wasted no time taking advantage of the distraction, driving her dagger into the bandit's arm and severing muscle and tendon enough to render his off hand useless. Even if he did still manage to properly control and direct the momentum of his massive blade now, it would require more effort, be more tiring, and redirecting was nearly out of the question. He was still devilishly quick, and with a single hand his reach was longer than before—but it was another advantage on top of the numbers.

[color=#008b8b]"I'll make you an opening!"[/color] he growled at Gerard, before breaking off and circling around towards Fanilly at Jeremiah's front, a roar of [color=#008b8b][b]"Traitor!"[/b][/color] on his lips as he came to his captain's aid. As Jeremiah started to withdraw his sword and prepare for another strike, Fionn launched inwards, jabbing his bardiche towards the brute's chest and gut . Force the 'bandit king' onto the back foot, make him retreat or try to parry, and then use that momentum to his advantage to whirl the axe blade around and continue the assault.

Draw as much attention as possible to himself. Let Fanilly catch her breath, let Gerard get in and try to pull off a good thrust or hamstring the giant bandit. If Jeremiah wanted to lash out against the world like an animal, then Fionn took no issue with pulling him down like a wolf pack with their prey.