Jibrīl Al-Las’as
Jibrīl mutters under his breath. “Kess Ikhtak!”
Enough of this!
He steps quickly towards the halberdier in front of him, swiftly closing within the reach of the halberd, and aims a telegraphed cut at the shoulder of the armour, where it meets the breastplate (if there’s any obvious leather straps or something he aims at that).
