Kyrik: Warlock Warrior:

Bluefang: Mighty Sword

Kyrik pulled Bluefang free of the scabbard. He caught their blades with a sweep of his own, said, "I don't wish to harm you. Go your way without me. I have--business--in these pits." "Fool!" scoffed the officer, and thrust.

Kyrik met his blade with a riposte, thrust so swiftly that his point was in and out of the man's shoulder before he could return his sword to its guard position. Almost in the same moment, the barbarian whirled on the others, drove them back and back...