Titus followed suit, following Cael heading toward the group of people. He slowly wrapped up his whip before unsheathing his sword, which rested in his left hand. When the enemy was within range, he took little time to prepare his strike. He lashed out with his whip, catching one man by the wrist, and Titus gave it a great yank, as the mans sword clattered to the ground. He then ran forward, and jumped upon this man, easily kicking his shieldnout of the way and stabbing his gladius through his neck. As the blood spurted he removed his gladius from his neck and and sprang back, hoping to avoid the blows of the others. He felt a cut on his shoulder, but it was only a flesh wound. He wrapped his whip hap hazardly on his belt and stormed forward, gladius still in his left hand. He came upon another man and as a slash came at him, he parried easily and pushed himself into the man chest, knocking him to the ground before stomping on his neck. He reached down and retrieved the mans sword, his gladius came to his right hand as the other blade came to his left. fighting again.... But it just feels different he thought as he jumped into the fray, hacking and slashing as gracefully as he could muster.
School for now, I'll catch up when I get back