*He lands, swiveling for another attack, when the broad arch of the blade sweeps into his vision. As he bends back to avoid the strike, his grip on the sai shifts. Just below the axe head his sai-reinforced-forarm catches the pole. The scythe stops dead in its path.
His free hand fists, and lashes out. Right into the back of her head.
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Date: 2005-12-06 09:13 am (UTC)His free hand fists, and lashes out.
Right into the back of her head.
never turn your back on an enemy.*