York saw what the mage had done, he could either be hit by the sword or the spell. Unsure of what the spell would do he chose to let the sword fall upon his armor.
He realised the glow of the blade, it was either enchanted with paralyzation or poison, he couldn't afford to let it penetrate though.
York moved away from the spell and into the edge of the blade, allowing it to hit him, he moved with the blade so it wouldn't penetrate but it threw him off balance, landing him exactly where he'd wanted to, next to his shield and helmet.
He slid his arm into the shield's straps and rushed put the helmet on. York stood with more courage now that his head was protected and now he could block with his shield.
"You would be useless without your pitiful spells coward." York said to the mage with a wink, daring him to strike again
Play it defensive York...wait for him to tire, he can't cast spells forever...
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He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. - Friedrich Nietzsche
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