After the last clash, Beam realized that he wouldn't last long relying on dodging. Though he had resolved not to hit the opponents back, he figured he could at least redirect their strikes.
As the sword came bearing down towards him, he shot out a hand and grabbed the man's wrist, before pulling him in towards his shoulder and sending him stumbling off to the side.
The front opened up now. Like that, the cage was broken, and it was as though he'd taken in a deep gulp of air. The next two strikes were easily dodged. The one at his torso he merely twisted to avoid, and the other he merely stepped into his newly conquered space to avoid.
The leader of the party scrambled back to his feet, having nearly lost his balance after Beam's push.
There was true fury in his eyes now.
"I'm going to make you suffer, boy," he spat.
"We should have brought our spears," the thin man said. "He wouldn't stand a chance against those. Nor would this noisy damn crowd."
