Stark glanced at the assembling siege and singled out one never the corn or of the gathered fiends of fails life before dashing towards it, arm out stretched, blade in hand and then span around the instant it was within his reach and allowed the speed and momentum of his motion in place of a feat of strength.
He whipped about, with a flutter of his cloak, on the ball of his left forefoot before hustling towards the mages with a crouching poster to allow them an unobstructed view as he neared them yet again.
The lower jaw of Stark’s horned helm bobbed up and down slightly as he hurried about and took long, silent, and laboring breaths.
[sblock=OoC] spring attack: the ability to melee at range :3
and sorry for the hella late reply ^_^; [/sblock]