The two charged him at once. Vol from the left, the Death Knight from the right. They seemed to be matched in speed, and in pure physical strength, Vol was only a fraction stronger.
Ruddock pushed forward, undaunted. It was his personality. Never yield. No matter the obstacle. Straight ahead – don't whirl around. The picking of paths and strange routes was for the likes of Kollin. Ruddock would always go forward, for as long as his breath fuelled his thought.
The Death Knight's long blade nipped past Ruddock's neck, and he ducked it. Vol's warhammer blasted towards the legs of the horse, but Roddock's glaive was there to block the heavy blow. Using the momentum of his charge, he hooked Vol's warhammer and spun it around, and then he followed up with a second strike towards his shoulder.
Vol's hammer was too weighty for him to have the speed to block such a lightning-fast strike. It nicked his shoulder painfully, drawing blood.
