[b]I grab on to my swords, and disperse a small amount of electricity to stop two of the blades, but the third scrapes my left arm, leaving a gash in my shoulder [/b]

[i]The blades disperse, and the winds die down. Alon walks forward, a glowing stick in his hand. The stick soon stretches and forms into a 1.5m golden broadsword, the flat of the blade bigger than his arm. His muscles tense with it's weight, but he seems use to it. It was only at that moment that you saw something that wasn't there before; his left arm was mechanical. All you saw was the metal hand from a glimpse, but only then had Ninja noticed. The hand moved around the hilt of the blade, seamlessly, like it was just a normal one; but it's gun metal grey gave it away. He pointed the large sword your way, grinning.[/i] Magic isn't too fair here, other dimensions have left me stronger. I'll stick to your area of expertise. [i]He lunges forward, swinging the huge sword horizontally with one hand. A block would be useless against such a weighty armament.[/i]

[b]I roll out of the way, and swing at your back with both swords. I flinch slightly given the condition of my left arm[/b]

[i]The slashes hit his back, the cloak providing some protection, but taking shallow wounds nonetheless. He recovers, turning around with a one handed over-hand slash.[/i]

[b]I hold up my weapons to block, but I am knocked backwards by the attack[/b]