Barbas, the hulking behemoth of a man that he was, was anything but light on his feet enough to avoid the spear. He seemed to be aware of this fact, as well as nonplussed towards it. Instead of so much as attempting to avoid Jade's attack, he charged forward, the spear burying itself in his left shoulder as he did. He cringed, but showed no sign of slowing down. He swung his maul downwards at Jade's chest as he got within range, doing so with his only his right arm and seeming to manage it perfectly well, despite the weapons considerable weight.
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The other five figures who had arrived with Barbas were watching the fight through a screen that was disguised as a window for them.
"Seems Barbas isn't doing poorly."
"Bah! Glory hog."
"I am certain you shall receive your own turn Oz."
The man who was being spoken to, a fellow in his mid twenties, smiled. "One can only hope."