have learned to focus past external stimuli. Body, mind, and soul become
one in combat. Instinct and intuition guide your blade as surly as
muscle and agility.
Base Attack Bonus +5, Wis 13+, training by a blademaster.
spending a Standard Action focusing, the character can use his Wisdom
modifier in place of his Strength modifier for the remainder of the
melee. With a Composure check (DC 25), the two modifiers will stack.
Trolloc leaped out of the dark at them, cruel eagle's beak in a man's
face where mouth and nose should have been, scythe-like sword already
whistling through the air.
moved without thought. He was one with the blade. Cat Dances on the
Wall. The Trolloc
screamed as it fell, screamed again as it died.
Loial!" Rand commanded. Saidin called to him.
dimly aware of Loial lumbering to an awkward gallop, but another Trolloc
loomed from the night,
boar-snouted and tusked, spiked axe raised. Smoothly Rand glided between
Trolloc and Ogier; Loial must
get the Horn away. Head and shoulders taller than Rand, half again
as wide, the Trolloc came at him with a silent snarl. The Courtier Taps
His Fan. No scream,
this time. He walked backwards after Loial, watching the night. Saidin
sang to him, such a
sweet song. The
Power could burn them all, burn Fain and all the rest to cinders. No!
more Trollocs, wolf and ram, gleaming teeth and curling horns. Lizard in
the Thornbush. He rose
smoothly from one knee as the second toppled, horns almost brushing his
shoulder. The song of saidin
caressed him with seduction, pulled him with a thousand silken strings.
Burn them all with
the Power. No. No! Better dead than that. If I were dead, it would be
Hunt, Ch. 19 - Beneath the Dagger