in/Bane's

. He was 6’ 3” feet tall with strapping muscles that slimmed down to his waist. His body embraced the

d him. He had heard of people having anxiety before battl

he king and princess within this castle would fall before his father’s army. As many others had done trembling at the might of Jozi

oy - the joy of battle - that brought it to his face. Fighting is what he had been rais

all the way through his step as he allowed his own sword

nd up to the man’s chin cutting through his lowe

miled and used the motion of stepping backward to pull his sword out. The charging man staggered,

down from father to father for generations. He had learned you

at could be pretty entertaining. His father had been very strict about his training. It was never ok to allow your opponent to g

men. But when you bolstered your forces like that, oftentimes, you accepted inexperienced fighters into the battle

d. There were moments where he had done better in training than his

his next day’s exercises on broken glass. Nothing like trying t

ral shallow scratches adorned his arms for his troubles. But they did not slow him. Th

r, yelling. It seemed to renew his strength and bolster the

reatest challenge. He would bring it dow

atched the other man’s height, flexed behind blood coated armor, st

y weapon twinkling in the sunlight. Despite the ax being an obvious two handed

nning. Jozin slid under the blade of the ax and sliced up between the layers

ike. Jozin continued forward with the motion, not allowing the miss to take him off balance. But t

take him down! He forced himself to his feet, the pain caused his eye

e could muster. It filled him again, as it had so many

blocking. But Jozin was able to get a couple of jabs through the man’s de

matched. He laughed and told him, “If you were at my fathe

moment’s hesitation or confusion. “Big ugly guy like you would make a great pin cushion to play with.” The words were accompanied

ozin had hoped for. As the man stepped forward, Jozin cut through the seams on the

yes widened in surprise, as the retaliation of

ssing the giant. Jack ignored him, his eyes glowing wi

ague in trouble. Jozin turned slightly, not allowing these m

not want to get in the way of that battle ax. Not every jab found its way throug

e groaned, swirling around the man. Jack had g

the back. Before anyone had the chance to react to his movement,

etween the bone’s of Jack's jaw, up through the roof of the mouth, finally exiting through

ey all paused to stare. He saw the desire to flee in their eyes. One man stepped out,

“Did you expect me to hug him instea

screamed, “you can hug him in hell”. Jozin stepped to the side, deflectin

miled at the adversary. He would win this fight and then retreat to where he could take a moment to assess his