Snippet #1010372

Ashtan's leg's were already in the motion of jumping when a pair of feet hit his chest and caused him to fall at an angle. Instinct took over, and he rolled regaining his footing the choice few words he was about to deliver dying as he spotted where a spire had erupted, right where it would have incapacitated him. He swallowed the words and noticed his savior, a short-haired woman, slashing at the commander's face as she soared. He realized the opportunity and would have snapped off a quick barrage, but the Commander had reset himself.

Instead Ash bounced back to his feet and switched back to a reverse grip eyeing his current opponent with newfound respect. He had no doubts that he would offer his loyalty to this man when the battle is over, but battle was battle and his current companionship was to his savior and the other swordsman who refused to run. He slowly made his way towards the commander's side, hoping to catch him in a flank attack with his rescuer.