Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark, was supremely confident on the ground. He could even say he excelled at ground-fighting!
He wore an enchanted item on his waist-- so good it was probably a legendary item. While his knees were on the ground or he was lying on his back, his reflexes were like a tiger's and his slipperiness was like a snake's!
Also, while he wore it, he didn't have a gag reflex. He tried not to think about that.
Lone tumbled over his head, curling his body in... and rolling towards the armed guard, he shot both feet up like a bolt from a crossbow.
POP! He landed a perfect shot against the man's chin and he crumpled to the ground like a stack of swords.
"Flamescarred shite..." Edge let out a long whistle. "Nice work, Lord Ranger."
He offered his hand to Lone, helping him up.
Lone grimaced at his partner, then at the unfortunate guard.
