"Hap!"
Shouting a battle cry, he burrowed in once more. Brother Amantous struck with his hand axe once more at the shield with a slightly bent forearm, but Rowan quickly pulled back his forearm then extended it straight again.
Shield charge.
'Where do you think you're going!'
Brother Amantous received Rowan's shield strike straight to his chest. If he dodged here, he couldn't properly block the force contained in the shortsword.
Thud!
The shield struck his chest precisely, but there was no retreat. It was too late to pull back the right axe that had struck the shield, and he blocked the shortsword with the left axe. At that moment, Rowan tilted to the right as if losing balance.
The shortsword's blade and left axe's blade scraped past each other making metallic sounds.
Clang!
