Wordless, August charges at the God, whipping our a blade from his satchel. In an instant though the God is already at his feet - a dagger flashes in the air. August pivots round, dodging the blow with his tail keeping him on his feet. The God feels faster than last time August faced him, or maybe August has grown slower during his years in Arcadia.

The God snarls and lunges in for another strike, August manages to hold him off with his blade. Metals strike metal. Sparks fly out and die in greyness. The God's snout is so close to August's face that he can feel the warm breath of the beast buffeting his features.

A momentary pause as the two combatant stare each other in the face.

The God moves in to bite and August rolls away. The God slashes in response and his dagger cuts into August's shoulder. "First blood to me." He laughs with a laugh so dreadful that it sends chills down August's spine. It was moments like this which had made him rebel against the Old Gods in the first place. He fights the urge to clutch his wound, to curl up.

The God moves forwards again - pressing his advantage. Blood red trainers on grey tarmac. August has only a moment to think but a moment is all he needs.

He spins round with the grace of a dancer, as low to the ground as possible. His tail manically does its work to keep him from falling but his whole body is working in concert, he knows this fight and he knows himself. He makes a low sweep with his blade and the God jumps back onto a nearby pile of rubble. Stray bricks roll down and a small plume of dust follow's the God's landing.



(A) Leap up - You have the advantage while climbing
(B) Take a defensive posture - You've already taken one blow, best not to take another
(C) Run - You've already taken one blow, best not to take another



Continue (A)