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Supernova
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- Feb 2, 2009
Khale was not the sort who should be taken lightly. Directionless fury mixed with a moral code that more or less kept him moving in the right direction made for a potent if strange driving force. Usually he'd pick one demon or another and it'd be them or him. Naturally it'd been them each and every time up until this point.
One of the demon's minions caught him off guard with his speed, the thick axe moving quicker than he'd expected. Couldn't get his shield up in time. Parrying something that big moving that fast wasn't really a good idea but he'd rather try deflecting it with his sword than his helmet. Not the greatest of ideas since it wrenched the blade from his hand in the process but he was still breathing so all in all it struck him as a good plan. The minion chuckled darkly and made some comment about the loss of Khale's sword that Khale was far too angry to pay any mind to.
He went for the sword and sure enough the axe was ready to punish him for the obvious move, which would have been the end of Khale if the move had been anything other than a feint. Khale didn't need a sword to ruin this asshole's day and plowed the shield edge-first into his face, staggering the towering man and giving the young warrior all the time he needed to deliver a headbutt to the man's face that actually knocked Khale's helmet a bit out of place. Naturally his enemy crumpled, giving Khale ample time to retrieve his sword.
He slipped off the helmet for a moment to get his bearings. Underneath the armor Khale was handsome and probably a bit younger than you'd expect from someone of his skill. He was tall and well built with bright green eyes and deep brown hair. There were several small scars on his face where something had managed to bite its way through the helmet in a past fight. None of them looked particularly recent, at least he was learning.
One of the demon's minions caught him off guard with his speed, the thick axe moving quicker than he'd expected. Couldn't get his shield up in time. Parrying something that big moving that fast wasn't really a good idea but he'd rather try deflecting it with his sword than his helmet. Not the greatest of ideas since it wrenched the blade from his hand in the process but he was still breathing so all in all it struck him as a good plan. The minion chuckled darkly and made some comment about the loss of Khale's sword that Khale was far too angry to pay any mind to.
He went for the sword and sure enough the axe was ready to punish him for the obvious move, which would have been the end of Khale if the move had been anything other than a feint. Khale didn't need a sword to ruin this asshole's day and plowed the shield edge-first into his face, staggering the towering man and giving the young warrior all the time he needed to deliver a headbutt to the man's face that actually knocked Khale's helmet a bit out of place. Naturally his enemy crumpled, giving Khale ample time to retrieve his sword.
He slipped off the helmet for a moment to get his bearings. Underneath the armor Khale was handsome and probably a bit younger than you'd expect from someone of his skill. He was tall and well built with bright green eyes and deep brown hair. There were several small scars on his face where something had managed to bite its way through the helmet in a past fight. None of them looked particularly recent, at least he was learning.