[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[color=ff5000][b]"Gah!"[/b][/color] Renar cried out in barely-contained agony as he wasn't quite fast enough to evade Parvan's lance blast all the way. The dripping stump where his left arm used to be could attest well to that. Fortunate that it'd come back with him whenever he died. He gasped for breath as he continued to frantically dodge, now having to account for a third method of attack in the barrage thrown at him. 

Renar lasted for several more seconds, evading a good few sword waves, another blast from Parvan, and a lance charge before one more of Edwin's waves took his head clean off. The moment he opened his eyes once more, Renar hurriedly rolled out of the way of the sword wave he knew was coming. And just barely succeeded. 

He scrambled up to his feet, hurriedly evading more strikes while formulating a tactic in his head. Renar was beginning to be able to compensate for the current level of attacks being thrown at him, better able to see and react to them even without the advantage of prediction. That meant he had an opportunity to strike back. Certainly, the brothers never said he'd had to. But he was still going to. It had to be Parvan. While Renar was getting faster, Edwin would know what he was up to the moment he tried to advance. 

Wave, wave, lance blast, and...Parvan charged. Renar narrowly sidestepped the blow, his right hand still gripping his poleaxe and unable to respond, just as he wanted them to assume. His left drew a dagger from his belt and jammed it straight towards Parvan's neck. 


[@Raineh Daze]