[Rory's eyes widen at the golden shimmer; a hit like that should have at least fractured the Meta's forearm, even with armor. Maybe. He has no idea what that armor's made of. And now he's drawing a second weapon. Oh, shit.
He jumps back out of the way from the axe swing, not even bothering to block; he has the sinking feeling that this is about to go downhill fast. He can barely keep up with the ferocity of the Meta's attack and, even if he won't tire out, he won't get by on luck and half-remembered fighting skills forever. That makes his only concern now to draw the Meta as far away from Amy as possible.
Redoubling his grip on the mace handle and swallowing, he backs up several more paces, tensing for the inevitable charge]
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He jumps back out of the way from the axe swing, not even bothering to block; he has the sinking feeling that this is about to go downhill fast. He can barely keep up with the ferocity of the Meta's attack and, even if he won't tire out, he won't get by on luck and half-remembered fighting skills forever. That makes his only concern now to draw the Meta as far away from Amy as possible.
Redoubling his grip on the mace handle and swallowing, he backs up several more paces, tensing for the inevitable charge]