Sasha found himself the fool, all this time he was looking for pikemen and archers left him still behind when all others had gone ahead. Grapples, living lightning striking those bound in earth, a rain of arrows and one of their own chased off into the wood. Damn his over-focus! Now he felt like the farmer with a hatchet as he loped into the fray behind everyone else.
He did have the small advantage of being able to pick his targets rather than have them thrust upon him, so he chose the one with the longsword hacking himself free of the vines. He had reach as well as mobility on his side as long as he kept him, no,
it, busy. Any attempt to break free would be an opening for a killing blow and any swipe at Sasha kept him in place.
He started simply enough, a simple charge with reach aimed at the sword arm in the shoulder. With luck, a disarming wound, with great luck a follow through to the neck or chest for a killing blow. He kept his grip oddly with both hands, he was prepared for the orc to catch his blade along the back of his blade into the handguard and so came in with arms coiled to twist the longsword free in a disarm he had been on the receiving end of when he fought a Thart
swordsman who used the twisted wrists in his fighting style.
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