Is there anyway I can make this better?
An Elf dropped down from the branch he perched on and grabbed it, now hanging from it. After looking at the two, the Elf swung in the air and let go, allowing him to spin. He executed graceful tornado kicks as he fell, forcing Kyrus to shuffle back. Though the Elf didn’t stop there; as soon as he landed he was back in fighting mode, swinging and jabbing and spinning his daggers. Kyrus barely dodged them. But then, as Nolan started to get up, blood splattered the trees and his face. Kyrus’ hammers had literally crushed and squished the Elf’s head when they hit from both sides. Nolan thought he might puke.
But then came in the ground fighters. They were Wolfmen, savage creatures that weren’t mindless, just not intelligent. Two of them jumped at Nolan, who was unprepared. He stepped back, trying to think of a strategy. One of his attackers clawed at him, and Nolan swung his sickle violently with fear. It opened up the creature’s torso and abdomen, and then the Wolfman choked up blood and collapsed. Before Nolan could react, the other one faked a stab and swept Nolan’s legs out from under him. He landed with a thud and a cloud of dust.
But before the Wolfman could deliver the fatal blow, a perfectly sanded Staff smacked the creature in the face, snapping its chin back. It stood helpless as it was battered by the Staff from all directions, so fast one would think it had a mind of its own.
Nolan slowly got up and clutched his ribs. He saw at least 10 more Elves and Wolfmen come. This would be a lot longer fight than he thought it would. Kyrus had already dropped four, but it didn’t matter now that the reinforcements came. There was also a huge, pale, bloating one eyed monster with a tree brance in its hand. That was a problem.
But finally, Nolan could see who the wielder of the staff was. It was a young bald man, dressed in simple robes that allowed very free movement. Only the Monks of the Skulgor Monastery in the Palai Mountains, the place they were headed, had such grace and skill with the staff.
The Monk took off, knocking down five of the Shatterforge Bandits with one blow of his Staff, leaving Kyrus to deal with them. Then the Monk reached the Elves standing at the back. The first Elf threw a kick at the Monk, but he hooked the leg with his own and then snapped the other one with a quick side kick, breaking the Elf’s foundation and felling him. Nolan looked dumbfounded at how quick the Monk was.
Angrily, the other two elves charged at the young Monk. He remained calm and brought down the Staff on the closest Elf’s head, sending the Elf’s face and body into the ground, tearing up the grass around them. After seeing this, the other Elf had rushed in and gotten too close to the Monk, so the Staff was unusable. It hardly mattered as before the Elf could attack, the Monk had snapped his knee and elbow, sending him onto the ground.
An Elf dropped down from the branch he perched on and grabbed it, now hanging from it. After looking at the two, the Elf swung in the air and let go, allowing him to spin. He executed graceful tornado kicks as he fell, forcing Kyrus to shuffle back. Though the Elf didn’t stop there; as soon as he landed he was back in fighting mode, swinging and jabbing and spinning his daggers. Kyrus barely dodged them. But then, as Nolan started to get up, blood splattered the trees and his face. Kyrus’ hammers had literally crushed and squished the Elf’s head when they hit from both sides. Nolan thought he might puke.
But then came in the ground fighters. They were Wolfmen, savage creatures that weren’t mindless, just not intelligent. Two of them jumped at Nolan, who was unprepared. He stepped back, trying to think of a strategy. One of his attackers clawed at him, and Nolan swung his sickle violently with fear. It opened up the creature’s torso and abdomen, and then the Wolfman choked up blood and collapsed. Before Nolan could react, the other one faked a stab and swept Nolan’s legs out from under him. He landed with a thud and a cloud of dust.
But before the Wolfman could deliver the fatal blow, a perfectly sanded Staff smacked the creature in the face, snapping its chin back. It stood helpless as it was battered by the Staff from all directions, so fast one would think it had a mind of its own.
Nolan slowly got up and clutched his ribs. He saw at least 10 more Elves and Wolfmen come. This would be a lot longer fight than he thought it would. Kyrus had already dropped four, but it didn’t matter now that the reinforcements came. There was also a huge, pale, bloating one eyed monster with a tree brance in its hand. That was a problem.
But finally, Nolan could see who the wielder of the staff was. It was a young bald man, dressed in simple robes that allowed very free movement. Only the Monks of the Skulgor Monastery in the Palai Mountains, the place they were headed, had such grace and skill with the staff.
The Monk took off, knocking down five of the Shatterforge Bandits with one blow of his Staff, leaving Kyrus to deal with them. Then the Monk reached the Elves standing at the back. The first Elf threw a kick at the Monk, but he hooked the leg with his own and then snapped the other one with a quick side kick, breaking the Elf’s foundation and felling him. Nolan looked dumbfounded at how quick the Monk was.
Angrily, the other two elves charged at the young Monk. He remained calm and brought down the Staff on the closest Elf’s head, sending the Elf’s face and body into the ground, tearing up the grass around them. After seeing this, the other Elf had rushed in and gotten too close to the Monk, so the Staff was unusable. It hardly mattered as before the Elf could attack, the Monk had snapped his knee and elbow, sending him onto the ground.
