Duel Wielding
Elyn panted hard, each exhale exhasperating her discomfort, the inside of her plate helm already slick with condensation, her face dripping with sweat. Don’t think just act. Each step was a labour, the protective armour like a lead weight as she trudged forward over the battlefield, her own heavy breathing drowning out the complaints of the wounded humans and monsters laying around her. The fiercest of the fighting was over, but she knew she couldn’t relax, there were still stragglers on the battlefield and she had long since lost her light skirmisher retinue, a team of chosen lowborn who prevented people getting in close or behind her, preventing the weaknesses of plate armour from being exploited so she could wreak havoc on those before her. At her best In the heat of battle only the …