Clad in armor, Samuel confronted the thaid as it came rushing toward them at full force. The old man moved with a grace that belied his strength as he rained blow after blow on the beast while he danced and circled it.
However, he had a difficult time fending off the thaid despite the formidable strength of the stone gauntlets he wore and the protective shell that encased him.
The man was sent stumbling backward by the recoil of each of his attacks, whereas the thaid had no trouble withstanding the majority of his blows.
It appeared that each of his attacks was bouncing off the creature's thickened skin. In Erik's mind, there was no question that Samuel's punches were powerful, but the beast was incredibly resilient.
Sweat was dripping down the older man's forehead, staining the stone of his armor, and his face was a mask of concentrated effort and strain.