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His breath was calm and both his mind and body were focus, Nathaniel provided the perfect opportunity to attack and most of the guardsmen had forsaken their spears and attacked disjointedly instead of one single rush. For the first few attacks Chris simply parried them sending them off balance and into each other, this in itself cause little harm and only delayed them slightly. A truly terrifying sight came soon after that, with a cold ruthless efficiency he swung his pure black elven blades and as a hot knife though butter the swords sliced each of the guardsmen chain mail. Each strike was precise and calculated and the guardsmen fell one by one, each with a scream that incited fear in the ones that remained. Through it all his face did not falter from it's cold stern expression.