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Odd weapon, probably magical in origin. Either way, it didnt matter. He began to move foreward in a mad dash, and as it would be clearly seen, he did not intend to stop, hence, the full momentum of his charge would be put to use.

Holding the battleaxe in both arms, his left hand right underneath the axehead, and his right hand closer to the middle of the weapon, he veered off to his right, which would be the other man's left as he made a qucik crossing slash with the vicious heavy weapon.

As soon as the weapons collided, blade of sword meeting haft of axe, Beldaeyn's first move was to let go of the battleaxe. Why? Because then, with the weapons meeting, and as he would remove his left hand's grip, it would make the weapon drag behind in his passing, making it slide so that the blade would be caught inbetween the haft and the lower curve of the axehead, where his left hand would have been if he hadn't moved it. In turn of such evernts, it shifted the dark elf's momentum in a quick turn as he would come around and raise his right knee into the other man's spine, swinging around on the weapons as they locked before an effective counter could be played out.

With his stike connecting, Beldaeyn wasted no time, esecially time freeing his own weapon which he had used in such an aspect to make an attack, and in the easiest way to to so, was that he simply released the weapon. Instead, the man was busying himself of untangling the weapons, and the dark elf would use this short moment to his advantage.

He contined his movements, driven by the momentum of the swing as his left hand, previously empty and open for options during the swinging knee strike, would grasp at the hilt of the dagger at his left hip. In the same moment as he drew the weapon, he would continue his path behind the man to his right side, stepping away as he slashed at his back whilst he swung his elbow around, late in the response when the drow would have moved on.

Turning to face his opponent in his motions, Beldaeyn would be met with an upwards slash from the sword coming up at him. However, He quickly jerked his body counter clockwise and went low, his right arm snagging the hilt of the shortsword at his right hip, and as he turned, he pulled it out of it's scabbard to meet the oncoming sword in a cross, the blade partially still in it's sheath as it was held in the dark elfs hand so that it remained relatively stable, with the rest of his body to back it up.

Now, stopped in the motion of two opposite forces coming together, a palm thrust seemed to come towards him, most likely at his head, since he was in a crouched position, and in return, he simply snapped his left hand up, bringing the dagger through the air to slash at the palm of the hand, preferably the fingers, as it would then inhibit the use of holding a weapon.

As the man pushed the swords apart, The drow did not so much as move back, having braced himself in his low crouch prior to the initial impact, having the same bracings as before. As his dagger would slash at nothing but air, in a quick flick of the wrist, he would reverse it's grip in his hand, and as the man retreated in a leap through thei air, he would spring forward in a dash across the ground, legs which were bent before pumping his body forward as he threw the dagger at his airborne opponent, intent on meeting the man during his landing.

As the attack came in, Beldaeyn would shift his body slightly, tilting his torso forward and a little to his right as the weapon would strike his armour and following it, graze off to his right side. However, this whole time, he never slowed down, charging straight into the man with his shoulder which the sword had just grazed off of in a running tackle to thrust his armoured shoulder into the other man's gut.

His right hand remained on the hilt of the shortswrd at his right hip, which was still in it's sheath, his left hand empty from throwing the dagger a second before.

Impact, and follow through.

As soon as Beldaeyn's right shoulder struck the man, the full force of his weight through the charge driving into him, his previously free left hand swung up into a punch to the man's right ribs, done in the space of a moment where his momentum was not yet diminished as he would follow his opponent a little ways foreward.

He simply gave no time for the man to escape or catch his breath.