They were doing so well, how did it take such a drastic turn? It was like a game of chess with new pieces being thrown onto the board now and then just to make it harder for them! This stemming off of the fact that Willow and Skippy were getting in over their heads against a dwarf giant and his fishmen cohorts. Two were bleeding out, another two were on the ground suffering head trauma, and the remaining six were fighting between Willow and Skippy.
Willow took the time to get himself in the center of the three fishmen that he fought. They were equipped with pistols and cutlasses, and by putting himself in the center he increased their chance of friendly cross-fire, keeping himself safe for the time being if it weren't for the swords at the ready to fight him.
Skippy could do that WOOSH thing just like Bully Price could to his arms. He needed to learn how to do that. Both for his sake and the sake of his weapon. Sure his weapon was pretty durable compared to normal weapons, but it could get nicked or bent, or even broken if there was enough force applied to it! That was something he didn't want to happen!
If it was something that could be taught or learned with training, he would have to look into it and find out what the WOOSH was. For now, he was working on avoiding a series of sword swipes. Instead of deflecting blows to his back or front by deflecting the blades with his staff, he brought the weapon around to strike the arms of the fishmen that came in, finishing off with a powerful push to shove them back and keep some space in between himself and them.
Willow had one attack come from behind, swiping left to the right, looking to slice open his back. He leaned forward, using his staff for a support while his back curved to avoid the slice! Doing this made him open for an attack coming from the front, a stab to be precise. He kicked off of the ground, and kicked off of the fishman behind himself, using the force to jerk himself around and bring his legs across in the air against the stabbing fishman's face.
Of course, doing all of this, he was losing his stamina over time. Fighting three sturdy fishmen at the same time when you are nothing but a human made it a clear statement on just who's species was better suited for combat, on a normal level. But Willow wasn't going to give in, not yet, he couldn't yet. He had to get moving. ANd that was because a boulder of all things was being flung his way!
Thinking fast, Willow brought his staff into its fully folded mode, swinging it straight for the ground as he shouted out,
"SUmmer SOlstice!" The staff extended to its full length as he started to jog, breaking through an opening in the formation of the guffawing fishmen (of course they were astonished to find a slap of stone being chucked their way). Willow's weapon would strike the ground and extend him forward through the air, just out of range of the crashing down boulder. All of the smoke and rubble made it hard to tell who was hit and who was still alive while Bully Price and SKippy went off to do their own thing.
After about a minute, there would be the sound of coughing and groaning in pain, only for Willow to get up and get to dusting himself off while the three remaining fishmen were digging through the rubble to see if their brothers were alive or not. Willow meanwhile got to running off to where the sound of a loud crash came from. At the cliff, he found Bully Price groaning and wiggling on the various jagged stones, drunkenly complaining about the rough stones digging into his back, and Skippy hanging on for dear life.
Willow would crouch down and lean over the cliff, extending a hand for her to grab on to,
"Need some help?" He would get to pull her up to safety so they could get back to planning.
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