Operation Polar Winds : Part Twenty-One

Watching the undead rush forward without any weapon, the paladin produced the weirdest of throat noises and swung his broadsword in a wide arc, resolute to keep his advantage and not allow his opponent to go on the offensive, the cold-armoured man's movement weren't that of a typical knight or warrior, there was immense weight to the smallest of motions, looking almost mechanical.

But there was no doubt about it, even on this tilted roof, he managed to ground himself properly and twist his body in the perfect manner to deliver the maximum amount of strength into that first strike, all to keep his opponent away.

Trying to see ahead the zombie's movement, already imagining his opponent stepping back and potentially opening himself to a thrust attack, as despite the weight and strength carried in that first swing, the paladin was confident that he would be able to bring his blade into the proper position before the enemy could even fully move back.