Kaj glanced at the beast that was winding up yet another attack aimed straight at him, and he sprang into action, picking up the sword of the dead elf and crossing it with his own just in time to soften the impact, which was so powerful that it forced him on one knee. Trying to give himself a little momentum, he managed to push him away by knocking him slightly to one side, after which he exploited his opponent’s slowness to score a gash on the leg. The man screamed in pain and then, with untold fury, he began to unleash attacks left and right; Kaj dodged as best he could, but in the end a kick in the chest got him, sending him to the ground. The mercenary approached Kaj, and picked him by his armor, lifting him up to his height. Holding him with his left arm pressed against his chest, his
