Smites down a tenth demon, face already bloody from fists and hilts of swords smashed into his face. There had already been a couple close calls, but otherwise was doing pretty good. Carloseus looks back and sees oddly enough that the orc was not rushing in, but preparing himself for what seemed would be arcane tactics.
Winston walks slowly towards the centre of the apparently frantic group of people. They seemed to be running all over the place and many orders were being given out. Winston continued to walk, while rubbing his aching torso and whincing at every step. The man whom he was supposed to protect the back had just told him to stay away from the battle. Winston really had no idea what to do, so he decided to at least do something productive, so he began to practice his singing.
Tairne stands from his seated position after watching much of the battle. He stands and takes up his arms walking into the fight. He cuts through a couple small demons and makes his way to Krog'osh. He shouts over the sounds of war "Blackrock you say? Where I come from, you aren't considered many people's favorites. May I ask you what you are doing all this way out? I have no ill feelings toward you, friend, and orc is an orc, and a fine one you seem to be." He slashes through another demonkin and extends hand to shake. "I will be your brother in arms."
Carloseus sees Winston walking around, and cuts down a demon running straight for the the latter.
"Winston, nevermind! Get over here, stick with me!" he yells over the chaos of battle.
Completely misses a demonkin, barely able to dodge a dagger aimed at his belly. A quick knee to the face and a downward slash and the demonkin fell, its blood spewing around.
"This is no time to talk, Tauren!"
Krog'osh drew back his right hand and opened his palm where a black orb appeared. He then thrust his hand forward and threw a bolt of shadowy flame at the demons in front of him.
"But Blackrock I am."
The battle had quickly spread, and although he had planned to stay at a distance, the demons had not agreed to abide by his plans.
He threw a couple of more bolts, then raised both his hands high above his head and channeled the shadows to converge around him. He could feel the magic hardening his skin; any attacker would have trouble penetrating his skin now. He resumed his barrage of bolts.
There were some fine warriors here it seemed though. The battle had better end fast though, it was long since he had fought like this. If he was unlucky he would not be able to keep up.
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Tairne grunts at the orc and re-draws his sword. He takes one foot up and slams it into the ground, sending a shockwave forward to knock over a couple demonkin. He regains his posture and takes up his shield. He looks across at another demons and lets out a thundering war cry which could be heard all across the battlefield. He leaps into the air and comes down in the middle of a small group of little demons, driving his blade into the skull of one and punching another away several feet with his shield. The battle continues.
Glances to side and watches the Blackrock orc enter the fray.
"Krog'osh! Come with us!" Carloseus calls out, hopeful the orc heard him as he stabs an Urdar in its stomach. The Urdar does not react, and swings a massive club at its attacker. The blow was barely stopped by the flat of a large blade, a quick jump and a slash and the body lurched forward headless, falling onto the bloodied ground. The victor breathed in relief, not knowing exactly where he had learned such an attack but continues fighting.
Coulin very shaken by the battle that was taking place decide that during the battle maybe it would be a best to stay close to the massive looking tauren. So he grabs a claymore starts slashing his way to the tauren and orc. When he's get there he look at the tauren and smile " The orc seem like he doesn't need your brotherly strength right now. So why not use it to help keeping me alive."
Carloseus is punched in the face savagely, he kills it almost instantly but is still dazed from the attack. Too many times has he already taken hits to the face, he backs up to Winton and becomes a part of the defensive until his head clears of fogginess.
After cutting down his first few demons, Jarhead remembered the pact he had made with Carloseus. He scanned the area around him and located the sounds of the mighty warrior's swords slashing as being just ahead. He sheathed his own two swords, large and long in size though nowhere near as large as those of Carloseus. He began to pick up speed as he approached Carloseus, whos swords were cutting through enemies like they were water. He unsheated his own long blades and cut down a demon who was approaching Carloseus form the back. "I had him", said the confident young man. Jarhead responded, "I know. I was just making sure I didnt break our pact. Show me a thing or two?"
Lady Delana, having seen carlos step back stunned. Sees a Fallen charge in. She flinches and blindly swings her sword to the right. she opens her eyes to a fallen missing its head. This would be her first kill!. She thinks to herself"that wasnt so bad" and steps out to fight the next fallen. Her Gauntlet starts to glow as she unleashes a lvl 1 firbolt at the fallen. It misses it target but hits a big ass demon behind the fallen who is now pissed. he turns and Charges Lady Delana, who cast another fireball..This time hitting the fallen and killing it. The Bigger demon running at Delana. Her armor grew out and formed slight wings which she used to jump over the demon and glide over the top..She landed severalfeat behind the demon and turned to strike the demon from behind..As her sword went thorugh the demons torso a sword came through the demon hitting her face from the other side. Luckily her armor had extended itself there to take the blow.Her and Carloseus had both struck the demon from both sides at the same time and his massive blade had nearly killed her
Bolt after bolt left his hands and struck his targets, but they kept coming. He needed to regain his strength. The Tauren, and the human who'd joined him, could offer temporary protection. Krog'osh waded closer through blood and guts over there, in the hopes that they would take the attention off of him, and then proceeded to drain his own life-force to strengthen his mind. It was not without risks though, as something slashed his back as he was concentrating. The wound would surely have been lethal had he not protected himself earlier.
Weakened, but with new powers, Krog'osh turned around targeted the small demon jumping at him, grabbed it by the throat and, as if reversing what had just happened, drained the vitality of the demon and gave it to him instead. The dead body fell to the ground when it was done.
Strengthened, Krog'osh gathered his will and focused it on a big, ugly demon heading straight towards him and the fighters closest to him. With all his might, he slammed his will unto the demons while at the same time weaving one of the most complex spells into it. He was trying to enslave it temporarily, but he had no idea if it would work or not.
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Tairne glimpses at Krog'osh as he begins his spell. "Try your best. I'll keep from from harming you. Coulin! Keep the little ones off of him." He steps forward and sheaths his sword and halters his shield. He rushes forward and forces his weight into the massive demon infront of them. The demon swings his blades onto Tairne's back which is being protected by the shield. He holds the demon in place while watching the warlock with anticipation.
With a roar of success, the spell works. The massive demon spins around and turns on it's allies.
"I don't know how long it will last, but do not count on more than mere minutes!" Krog'osh yelled.
He could feel the demons will within him, pulsing with great rage, bent on nothing but destroying whatever lay in it's path. Krog'osh was shocked but didn't say anything; a mind as hellish as this must be impossible to control apermanently. What monstrous force lay beyond these creatures?
That was something to deal with later, the battle was still raging. He continued his salvos of shadowbolts while his demon minion continued to fight and bleed in their stead.
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Tairne takes a knee to catch his breath. "That was easier than I expected. Keep him as long as you can. If you feel your control slipping, say so and I will drive my blade through his black heart." He takes out his sword and shield once more and goes back over to Coulin, smacking down a couple demons along the way.
Sticking beside Carloseus, Winston begins to wonder what all the red water is, he suspects it's a type of tomato juice. Of course that would make the huge beasts around him tomatos, but that worked for Winston because he vagely remembers cutting tomatos for sword practice.
"Oh, well I mine as well get a bit of sword practice in," he murmered and with that began to slash at the closest tomato otherwise known as a demon.
"Magic is impressive enough, but despair not, I'll shall inspire you, by charging blindly on!! There is no finer place to die than a battlefield!!!"
"FOR THE BRONZEBEARDS!!! BLOOD AN' GLORY NOO YE DIE!!!!" Thoradin Yelled with intensity.
The Barbarian and Dwarf, with axes in hand, began hacking at their foes. severing limbs and heads from the bodies of demons.
"Why is Wulfgar always on the frontline taking damage" Wulfgar moaned as a demon's attack lands, stabbing him in the arm.
"GRRGH wretched beast, taste my blade!!!" Wulfgar cried, slicing the demon clean in two.
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"Hey!" shouted Venex angrily at his new adversary. His skeleton warrior had been disintegrated with a single blow from the man before him who seemed to have calmed down now. "That was my skeleton!" he said in disbelief and anger.
From two straps slung over his shoulders and down across his chest, Venex pulled a dagger and a wand of bone. The dagger he held out at the man before him. The wand he held closer to his body, though it too was clearly levelled on his target. For now held back his attack. Just how powerful is this guy?
He looked the man up and down once more and gained his composure. "Don't try anything like that again. Although you may be take on a single skeleton easily enough, I can summon forth an army of creatures beyond the realm of the undead with a single word!"
He was bluffing, of course, but he knew that he was a good liar. He'd managed to work his way out of some tricky situations before with that one. Never be too specific with your threats, he remembered being told. Let your enemies fill in the blanks themselves and they shall imagine horrors worse than tongue could tell.
Venex held his wand out, threatiningly. He could tell the other man was unsure of the claim but seemed discomforted by the idea of fighting this 'army'. The mention of undead seemed to peak his interest for a moment though, and the Necromancer decided to continue with his bluff. "Now tell me why you're here, where you've come from, and - perhaps most importantly-" the Necromancer glared at the man, "why you killed Johnny!"
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"Winston, nevermind! Get over here, stick with me!" he yells over the chaos of battle.
Completely misses a demonkin, barely able to dodge a dagger aimed at his belly. A quick knee to the face and a downward slash and the demonkin fell, its blood spewing around.
Krog'osh drew back his right hand and opened his palm where a black orb appeared. He then thrust his hand forward and threw a bolt of shadowy flame at the demons in front of him.
"But Blackrock I am."
The battle had quickly spread, and although he had planned to stay at a distance, the demons had not agreed to abide by his plans.
He threw a couple of more bolts, then raised both his hands high above his head and channeled the shadows to converge around him. He could feel the magic hardening his skin; any attacker would have trouble penetrating his skin now. He resumed his barrage of bolts.
There were some fine warriors here it seemed though. The battle had better end fast though, it was long since he had fought like this. If he was unlucky he would not be able to keep up.
"For Doomhammer!"
"Krog'osh! Come with us!" Carloseus calls out, hopeful the orc heard him as he stabs an Urdar in its stomach. The Urdar does not react, and swings a massive club at its attacker. The blow was barely stopped by the flat of a large blade, a quick jump and a slash and the body lurched forward headless, falling onto the bloodied ground. The victor breathed in relief, not knowing exactly where he had learned such an attack but continues fighting.
Weakened, but with new powers, Krog'osh turned around targeted the small demon jumping at him, grabbed it by the throat and, as if reversing what had just happened, drained the vitality of the demon and gave it to him instead. The dead body fell to the ground when it was done.
Strengthened, Krog'osh gathered his will and focused it on a big, ugly demon heading straight towards him and the fighters closest to him. With all his might, he slammed his will unto the demons while at the same time weaving one of the most complex spells into it. He was trying to enslave it temporarily, but he had no idea if it would work or not.
"I don't know how long it will last, but do not count on more than mere minutes!" Krog'osh yelled.
He could feel the demons will within him, pulsing with great rage, bent on nothing but destroying whatever lay in it's path. Krog'osh was shocked but didn't say anything; a mind as hellish as this must be impossible to control apermanently. What monstrous force lay beyond these creatures?
That was something to deal with later, the battle was still raging. He continued his salvos of shadowbolts while his demon minion continued to fight and bleed in their stead.
"Oh, well I mine as well get a bit of sword practice in," he murmered and with that began to slash at the closest tomato otherwise known as a demon.
"Magic is impressive enough, but despair not, I'll shall inspire you, by charging blindly on!! There is no finer place to die than a battlefield!!!"
"FOR THE BRONZEBEARDS!!! BLOOD AN' GLORY NOO YE DIE!!!!" Thoradin Yelled with intensity.
The Barbarian and Dwarf, with axes in hand, began hacking at their foes. severing limbs and heads from the bodies of demons.
"Why is Wulfgar always on the frontline taking damage" Wulfgar moaned as a demon's attack lands, stabbing him in the arm.
"GRRGH wretched beast, taste my blade!!!" Wulfgar cried, slicing the demon clean in two.
From two straps slung over his shoulders and down across his chest, Venex pulled a dagger and a wand of bone. The dagger he held out at the man before him. The wand he held closer to his body, though it too was clearly levelled on his target. For now held back his attack. Just how powerful is this guy?
He looked the man up and down once more and gained his composure. "Don't try anything like that again. Although you may be take on a single skeleton easily enough, I can summon forth an army of creatures beyond the realm of the undead with a single word!"
He was bluffing, of course, but he knew that he was a good liar. He'd managed to work his way out of some tricky situations before with that one. Never be too specific with your threats, he remembered being told. Let your enemies fill in the blanks themselves and they shall imagine horrors worse than tongue could tell.
Venex held his wand out, threatiningly. He could tell the other man was unsure of the claim but seemed discomforted by the idea of fighting this 'army'. The mention of undead seemed to peak his interest for a moment though, and the Necromancer decided to continue with his bluff. "Now tell me why you're here, where you've come from, and - perhaps most importantly-" the Necromancer glared at the man, "why you killed Johnny!"