Clashing swords with one of the commanders was proving fruitless, they were equal to them in terms of skill. Both blades were scratching the others armour, since blows were deflected they never pierced the armour, a maze of cuts lined De'krens chest plate and shoulders. He seen Marda go down and thought she was in trouble, as he turned to help her she got up and killed the commander. He sighed in relief before hearing the sound of metal grinding metal, the Dreshi had tried to stab his back, but because of the way he was standing, the blade ran inbetween him and the armour.
Seizing the chance, he snapped his body back round and heard the snap of the blade, he grinned at the commander standing with a broken blade. He tried to surrender by dropping the blade and was met by De'kren's fist knocking him out cold. De'kren tied the commander's hands behind its back, looking across to Marda he said, "you can take him right?"
Seizing the chance, he snapped his body back round and heard the snap of the blade, he grinned at the commander standing with a broken blade. He tried to surrender by dropping the blade and was met by De'kren's fist knocking him out cold. De'kren tied the commander's hands behind its back, looking across to Marda he said, "you can take him right?"
It's cool, that was the plan 