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

There went the rope knife. Irritating, but expected. While it was Renar's only one, the trapper's ability to simply burn anything in contact with itself meant it wouldn't have been of much use anyway. And now Renar had one more insight into his foe's tricks. 

Clearly, the fire wasn't an autonomous defense. That was good. It meant he could still take the trapper by surprise. But it remained to be seen just how often and how much the lasso-wielder could push that ability. Either way, prolonged melee was inadvisable until he could find an opening to exploit. Probing attacks, then. See what could get through the armor and how much of its anatomy was like a man's.

As Renar settled on his plan of attack, the trapper chose to make its move, pulling a branch out of [i]literally nowhere[/i] with its lasso. Renar grunted with exertion as he brought his poleaxe down to counter, smashing through the branch with his weapon's axe head before it could make impact with his knee. He didn't stop there, whirling the poleaxe around vertically so that the counterweight on the other end of the weapon was facing the trapper, and slammed it towards the flaming fae's helm. A twist of his wrist around the haft released the mechanism in the counterweight, and suddenly what hurtled towards the Wild Hunter's visor was not just a metal end, but also a full brace of blinding powder.