Servant of the Axe - Inquisitor

Chapter Type: Conflict (versus other), Character Development

I'd been expecting an attack from Tarantula sooner or later, so I was prepared to grab Flavian and shield from my System inventory.

He had, of all things, a boar hunting spear, with which he sent my shield flying before I could secure it.  Dodging the bar, I swung my Flavian into his mail-armored side before he could compensate.

"A curse upon you, demon-spawn!"

I tried to grasp the hilt of his spear, to prevent him from pulling it back and smacking me on the back of my head.  He sidestepped, wrenching it from my grasp.

"Titan-spawn." I said, dodging to my right, "different lineage."

He pursued me around the once-sacred space, lance tip darting toward me but never quite landing the solid blow he wanted.  As I could, I struck at the weapon with my Flavian; I wasn't going to get past its reach unless…