Parry his blow
From Lord Of Utterdom
You step to the side as he swings wildly, and you do so with little effort. He's obviously never had any formal training. You swing your blad about as he goes off balance, and catch him across the back of his neck. You draw the blade across his flesh, and it digs right down to the bone. Arteries in his neck spray mists of blood into the air, and he stumbles forward, wide eyed. He tries to speak, but forms no words. He takes one more step toward the fire, then drops face first into the dirt, dead as a doornail.
