[center][h2][color=b5a0d2][b]⚘[/b]   Steffen Gravinir   [b]⚘[/b][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Plans do tend to fail, especially when one gets punched in the face. 

It was somewhat what Steffen was trying to bait his opponent into. A counter-attack to be counter-counter-attacked, leading to both of them stunlocking each other and the axe. The punch was stronger than he expected though, landing on his cheek bone and veiling his vision with a blur. Nevertheless, with several stumbles backward, he kept himself upright again, maintained alertness with both hands in front of him for any follow-ups. If his sights weren’t working, he’d have to hear it.

But the axe man did not come. Steffen wondered why, but he did not sense anything else. He was seemingly a big target, dazed and seemingly confused, but there was no follow ups. 

Ultimately, he took a moment to regain his senses. Seeing that the Barukstaedian had  directed his fury over to Steffen’s two brothers-in-arms, he wasted no time charging back into the fray. No more assessment, he had to act quickly. He’d have to make sure that axe never makes contact with a solid surface again. 

When the Barukstaedian turned back around, he’d see a huge silhouette coming at him with no signs of stopping. While the runic armor would perhaps give him the ease of mind, the Ingvarr's intentions were clearer when he was close enough. He’d attempt to ram shoulder-first into his opponent. If that were to make contact, and whether that actually managed to tackle the axe man or not onto the ground, one or both his hands would shoot out to try and hold tightly onto the man’s gauntlet. Once again, it would open him to more of the Barukstaedian attacks if his opponent could manage to, but he was ready to quickly counter the easier ones, or take them all head on. All Steffen wanted was buy precious moments for his two knights to attack. 
[@Rune_Alchemist][@Crimson Paladin][@Creative Chaos]