[he shouts it incredulously, like she's gone mad, and raises the mace to block and parry the Meta's second attack]
I'm not leaving you!
[he yelps sharply when their weapons clash again and he's forced backward another few feet--that had been too close for comfort. He knows where his sudden skill (if it could be called that) is coming from: memories from his non-life as a Roman soldier. He'd never used a mace but he'd been relatively skilled with a sword ... thus it seems he's recalling basic swordsmanship.
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[he shouts it incredulously, like she's gone mad, and raises the mace to block and parry the Meta's second attack]
I'm not leaving you!
[he yelps sharply when their weapons clash again and he's forced backward another few feet--that had been too close for comfort. He knows where his sudden skill (if it could be called that) is coming from: memories from his non-life as a Roman soldier. He'd never used a mace but he'd been relatively skilled with a sword ... thus it seems he's recalling basic swordsmanship.
So have a basic offensive swing back, Meta]