Nosdyn the son of Tharak Krotar, laughed for a moment longer and saw the lad run off to the village itself. Nosdyn could survive whatever Shinsou could dish out. His muscles tightened in anticipation as he watched the general direction that the man ran off to. He figured the fellow would attempt more ranged tactics. Nosdyn Krotar survived a full attack from N'Jal herself, this boy attacking him would not be able to hold up against her punishment. Nosdyn had been trained better than that.

Nosdyn calmed his mind and prepared for the attack that would no doubt come soon.

He was counting off the minutes...

Soon a powerful barrage of dark lances appeared quickly before him having travelled quickly. The attack would hit, Nosdyn would love. His muscles were tensed and prepared. He stood in place, still laughing and grinning. He wore his mask beneath the hooded cloak he liked so much. But he waited the entire time. The bastard didn't even attempt to evade or dodge it, he simply took the attack dead on.

Nosdyn was laughing the whole time, the son of a bitch was laughing! He'd been trained well by N'Jal and her followers so Shinsou would not be able to do much to the mad demon. His mind flashed in when he was struck by the dark lance attacks and he recalled Llukai and the Lancaster family of Ettermire. He recalled that betrayal. Nosdyn soon fell to one knee his body bleeding profusely from the titanic attack. He touched the ground beneath, the marble cobble stone and attempted to catch his breath.

His leather "armour" was covered in black blood by that point but he was conscious.

He gasped heavily as he looked in the direction of Shinsou. "Are you done running now?" He taunted the lad. "Your student tried to run too." He stood up at that point. Limped for a moment or two but after that was fine. He had pushed through the pain...