Had he been any further into the attempt, the staff would've slammed into it's target and Laeonas would've been sent to the ground in crippling pain. Instead, Laeonas managed to pull off a half baked counter, barely blocking the blow with his blade. The two weapons were mere inches from his knee, the crackling of electricity singing his robes as they remained in the lock for a few seconds. Another insult came from the trooper, and Laeonas frustration grew. He’d been heading the same venomous taunts since his first beating in a back alley by a pair of bored officers all those years ago, and now it was being spewed out of this scumshit bastard.
He wanted to hurt him, so very, very badly. Hurt him so he’d never hear these words ever again. So nobody would be hurt by him again. It wasn’t right— wasn’t fair that people like this got to exist. Got to have power, authority, to do as they pleased while everyone else suffered. Especially those that couldn’t even defend themselves.
With that desire burning within him, with a sudden twist of angle, Laeonas’ blade slid up the baton. He only met slight resistance as the vibrating cortosis sheared through plasteel, leather, flesh and bone, the trooper's thumb flying off. That was one for one of the three that he'd taken from Elidan, but paying the man back for the pain he'd caused Laeonas' comrades was a secondary objective to making sure he'd never be able to touch them again.
Not wasting an opportunity, Laeonas pulled his sword arm back and behind him, while he seized the trooper's shoulder with a free hand. What came next was a move that he'd used time and time again in barfight after street tussle, in every fight where the rules were lose and the stakes were high. Usually only a thin layer of fabric would be between his knee and his target, but with the added help of the force getting pulled into his attack, not even the plasteel codpiece the Purgetrooper wore could save his most vulnerable area.
As he had thrown his swordarm back, so to did he throw his foot back. Laeonas was facing parallel to the now very disoriented Purge trooper, preparing to catch a moment's breathe-- before he attempted to finish his opponent off.
@LouJoVi @Sicadorito @SlagathorTheUnknown @NefieslabOOC: Rolled a 10 for attack and the 11 for the crotch hit, results confirmed in DMs by DM