His blade went crashing towards Lombard's shoulder before the man could comfortably ready himself. He was forced to twist his body with that narrow stance that Oliver had forced him into. And then Oliver's eyes twinkled golden, as he saw the winning opportunity, ferocity poured out from him, along with blood lust, and he was Beam once again.
WHAP WHAP WHAP.
Shoulder, side, chest, his blade battered three different places at once, forcing Lombard to try and keep up with him – he couldn't. Beam had already secured the advantage when he compromised his footing. The Captain seemed more shocked than anyone, as Beam ducked low, and swept the man's narrowed legs from under him in a low kick, sending him collapsing to the ground.
Beam was on him with a ferocity before he could even react, steaming like a wolf, his sword was ready, as he held it against Lombard's throat, as he straddled him, holding him in place with his body weight.
