78. Back And Forth

Julian would find himself falling to the ground, pain shooting through his body. Each hit he took from Boris, was another that brought him closer to unconsciousness. His body crying out in pain. He would quickly roll out of the way of a knee aimed to cave his head in. His mind racing he would kick his legs around in a fan motion. Generating enough momentum to allow him to get back to his feet.

Gripping the hilt of his blade, and planting his foot hard into the ground. He would stabilize himself, fixing his gaze on the muscled man before him. The injury on his shoulder already patching itself up, with the miasma of bugs that lived within his body. Cursing under his breath, he knew that was a issue he would need to handle. He couldn't just leave superficial injuries. They needed to be serious injuries if he wanted to make any headway. And with the way that he moved. There was no sure way that he could.