Snippet #2217789

Ish smirked and recovered from the swing, wrench held in front of him defensively at the moment. Lucas went on about owing him one for the bet, and he smirked. "Oh, do you now? 5$ and its paid off then." He had a backup plan in case things proved difficult to engage with his wrench, against a sword and dagger. He was deliberately keeping Lucas between himself and Max, because he would rather avoid having an arrow stuck in some part of his body. Wherever Sage was, it would be ever so helpful for him to distract the archer so he could focus solely on wrenching the new blood into next week. Twirling the wrench in his hand, he looked over how Lucas was standing with his weapons. He had reach, but his wrench would cause some rather hefty hurt, even if the helmet might stop some of the damage, it would still be solid. Now, he had to even the playing field, after all, two weapons against one was hardly considered fair.

Stepping in for another attack, he swung for the ribs on the sword side, deliberately trying to bait Lucas into making a thrust with his dagger. If he fell for it, the wrench would be snapped down towards the dagger arm, to try and force him to drop said weapon. Of course, if he let that potential opportunity pass he could just dance back just out of reach of the blades and plot another means of attack. Worse comes to worse, he could just cheat, and he wouldn't have a problem doing it, so he went through with the apparently heavy handed attack towards the sword side, ready to sidestep and bring the wrench right into the dagger arm, if it became an issue. He had to keep an eye out for what miss archer would try and do to help Lucas, if possible, but considering the lack of arrows coming his way, he was keeping too close for her to be comfortable to start firing off arrows.