The bearskin-dressed Outrider had spiky, black hair with no eyebrows and beady, black eyes, layered in scars and possessing a body with unnaturally wide arms and a muscle density far beyond that of a human.
Simply put, he would be relying on skill rather than power for this encounter.
Just as he flipped his knife in his hand, he was forced to jump backward as the Outrider sprung forward with surprising speed, slamming his man-sized club down into the ground.
THUD.
"--!"
Even witnessing the result of the club swing before, he felt its strength more than ever as he witnessed the soil cave in, propelling out as chunks of dirt and rock spewed out from the powerful impact.
I have to avoid that! He thought.
Before he could properly return to his feet, he was taken by surprise as another figure appeared by his side–SQUELCH.
From his body, his right arm was flung off, flipping through the air as a trail of blood gushed out into the rain-filled air.
