| (Ooc: I know that, but a Dark Age Berserker is prone to jumping to conclusions One more thing, is that just a grapple or some sort of energy drain?)
An iron Grip versus an Iron arm. Gir'and releases his grasp of the giant sword.
Plates pull apart between the joints in the golem arm and start spouting flame. All the neraby snow instantly melts and Irby's cloak is set ablaze. Gir'and pulled his fist back as far as he could and blasts his fist into the shade's chest. Claws leave bloody gouges in flesh as the spectre is forced to release his hold.
Irby lands a smoldering heap in a snow drift twenty feet away and both fighters have dropped their main sword. |