Achilles Castle

The sword crashed down. Kenobi stopped it, but he realized something concerning. The stone floor under him had begun to crack. Achilles' swings were so powerful that he was breaking the building just by the force transferring through Kenobi. A second strike, a third, and the thick stone slabs splintered. Achilles would pound him straight down into the castle at this rate—

—And perhaps that would be the opening he needed.

Howl after howl escaped Achilles' throat. Hit after hit, the speed blistering, the trajectory wild and haphazard. Kenobi only had to keep blocking. One more strike... another... another...!

The ground gave way. The last supports snapped and Kenobi and Achilles collapsed into the room below, a long and broad chamber through which ran a red rug toward a dais and a throne. A whoosh of wind rushed up through the hole into the vacuum of space, but Kenobi hit the ground nonetheless in a cascade of broken rock. Achilles jumped down and towered over him.

To anyone, it would look like Kenobi was in quite a disadvantaged state. Being on the ground and fighting someone standing was a rather poor position.

Being on the ground and fighting someone standing, when the standing person's only weak point is on their heel, was a completely different story.

- Voeltz Round 3