Mock

The soldier's maces all impacted with one another, sending themselves away in opposite directions, snarling underneath his mask, he looked to his right, where the goat-like beast worshipper had casually moved after ducking beneath the maces.

"Fast you are!" rather than striking with all of his weapons at once, the four-armed soldier swung them in succession after remembering that he had been taught propers ways to use them.

Not bothering to dose his strength or plan ahead, his strikes went right into the ground and or smashed into a random three, if not for his ridiculous strength, he would be sending himself spinning with his own strikes.

"Stop running, little goat!" making odd mouth noises after that, the follower did not react and continued to observe his enemy.