Kyrexiel would have preferred to stay put until they took themselves out but he saw Urlk, still in the corner and looking confused.
"I don't like this." He muttered then he ran straight into the thick of it. The first attacker that met him was wielding a sword with a thick edge, he shouted and slashed at Kyrexiel.
Kyrexiel was faster than him and his mace was a heavy-weight metal that crushed his attacker's head before he knew that Kyrexiel had stepped inside his attack.
He stretched and jumped on his tiptoe then he lurched forward into the parry and block that was happening around him. He left any attack to his unprotected side to Sandskar and did what he liked to do best with blunt weapons.
He called it sweeping. He held the mace with two hands and used it like a hand fan. He swept right and then left with all the strength in his body.
