Sacrifice!

[*Selebius]

(( He uses Mechanus Gears which were modified to resemble Standard Harmonium Full plate. What they are made of.... well. Your guess is as good as mine :D. ))

He pushes forward, meets his foe's strenght with his own, his own blood roaring in his ears, the fury inside him woken by the battle, the dragon he chained up in his heart struggling to free itself, to take control again after all this time.

"Take.. the boy.. get out.." he hisses a command, twists his body away from the fiendling's blade, changing into a Half-Sword stance himself, his armoured left gripping his blade's middle.- making blocking, wrestling, throwing and thrusting easier now in this tight surroundings.

While his helmet is still pressed against his opponent's he brings his right hand up in and arc, aiming the crossguard at his opponent's neck while at the same time preparing to hook his blade's point behind his opponent's knee to either cut or throw him should the first attack fail.

[*Krayt]

His foe checks him, hecannot force him back but neither can his advisary. The metal continue to creak and a few rivets lost their heads in the struggle.

The troopers hold their Shields above their heads as they retreat in tight formation. He is unsure whether they heard the full command in the dinning. Or if the boy had already been taken from is reguge underneath the table while he was fighting.

He feels the blade being pulled away from his side as he veers away. Hitting the fiend-blood's barbute it is too well fitted to break through unto his neck but leaving a dent and throwing his head back. He nearly catch the gilden horned knee behind his point. Met with force before he could finish his maneuver with a push just over his left hand. Both theri blades vibrating from the clash as they glode apart. Sending the pair five feet from each other. As Hograth opted for precision his opponent choose recklessness and brut force. Holding his blade in a Mordhau grip, he swunged it right-to-left aimed for Hograth's helm.

[*Selebius]

He pants, ignoring the rubble that hits his helmet and pauldrons, the lobstered steel covered with dust, the gears beneath the metal whirring, grinding the dirt between their teeth.

The halforc knows about the danger of this attack, how it easily can crush his helmet, drive the steel into his head.

Quickly he decides to step closer- blocking the attack with his own blade still held in the half sword grip, held above his head- hitting the opponents blade near the hands. No more fancy moves, not yet- he needs to avoid this attack first before he decides to go for a disarm or a counter.

[*Krayt]

Sparks rain down on him as the hard tempered edge ground against its counterpart. Jagging the straight surface. He manage to halt the murderous blow. His opponent now swithich grip as the blades locked together mimicing Hograth,s own. They buth push with equal force the other not able to overpower the other in strenght. As they pushed point and hilt shifted height as they struggled. He know the rashness of his advisary will prompt one of the limited moves one could make in this position rather than wait to counter Hograth. But his was the initiative albeit it would not remain his for much longer as the fiendling tries to outmanoeuvre him getting either point or pommel in a striking position.

[*Selebius]

Keeping his opponent checked he tries to find out if there were still troops or civilians here in this room. He knows the next attack or counter might be decisive- but he still has an ace up his sleeve... but it is something he cannot use recklessly.

[*Krayt]

He could not hear anyone behind him but the terrible dinning quieted every lesser sound in its cacophonical roaring. He had to trust in their abilities, their obedience and a speedy proceeding of their retreat. Turning his head now would be disastrous.

His advisary start to slid his crossguard Close to Hograths blade so that it was pressed against it pressing it to Hograths left. Gritting his teeth as his eyes wexed with confidence hinting that he had the hald-orc where he wanted him. His right horned knee indicated imminent movement. Time was quickly running out.

[*Selebius]

Hograth exhales- fire surrounding the fiendling's face, hopefully startling him, perhaps hurting him, perhaps stealing his sight for just a moment.

Of it works the half orc will step back and also pulls is blade back and away from the opponent's weapon- no longer allowing his opponent to read him through the blade.

Point low, pommel high he returns to a two handed grip and brings his weapon down with all his strenght.

[*Krayt]

The flames gushing from Hograth's mouth melts the half-fiends face as it kept from spraying widly apart due to the enclosment of the barbute circulating the heated stream redounds within the helmet as long as the half-orc blew at him hitting him with the same force dually. His chins disappearing completly there was merely a gape of teeth visible through the rappid flames.

When Hograth stepped back the irefully screaming foe still binded by his own rage he stubbled and fell forward as he swung his blade once and twice hitting nothing but air.

Hograths well timed moved hit him agumented the impact by his fall it was a devastating blow. Piercing the armour adn breaking through the bevor his blade sank into his lower throat. Dropping his blade which clattered against the broken ice bouncing several times. As he fell to his knees he grappled after Hograth but stopped from any advancement in his death throes by the point of Hograth's blade affixed at the back of his armour. Same moment as the gilden knee touched the ground the tremour ceased abrupty it shone drakly in the dimmed light. In the same instance he felt his foe lost his lended streanght. Pillars of plae moonlight dabbed the icy rubble sprewed ground around them.

His oppnent fell motionless and Black smoke started to errupt from his foe dissolving his flesh. The armour falling into a crimson heap before him with the horned gilded poleyn shining defiantly at the top of it. Still emitting a thin veil of dark smoke albeit the fiendblood had disapeared completly.

[*Selebius]

Hograth quickly steps away from the Half Fiend's remains, whipping the blood off his blade.

He does not celebrate this victory nor does he honor this foe the way he did the Shadow Dancer and turning around he leaves the crumbling building as fast as he can.

Now that the adrenaline is gone he feels his wound, feels the weakness in his limbs, the familiar sickness in his stomach but the Measure knows it is not over yet.

[*Krayt]

He finds himself surrounded by his own men. The boy kept behind them with his ragged blood-drenched clothes. Held fast by a soldier as he seemed intent on running away at first given opportunity. The village had been remodeled by the tremor. Huts had collapse and longhouses lost their roofs. Droves of snow and rubble now covered much of the streets. Black-charred beams jutted out from the amassed snow like dark pillars. There was still a long journey to Jacaal ahead of them.