DeathsKnight
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Maut al Feres
He got pulled to his feet, his first instinct was to kill the one who dared to touch him, but it was the minotaur, the one he had started off fighting next to. The fool actually gave his life to safe what was already dead, a fire erupted from the passing dragon. The heat and flames made Maut cringe, yet his human spirit saw the tactical advantage and forced his body forward, back to the gate. Joining the ranks of defenders, he slid the axe back into it's sheath, the shield dissipating like mist fleeing from the sun. In their stead Maut drew a two-handed flamberge, the flame-like design of the blade sporting wicked barbs where the rounded curves of the blade should be, the metal dull, yet there was no mistaking the keenness of the edge. A tremor shook the walls and Muat looked at the direction the goblins' attention had been drawn.
A troll have seemed to have gotten in a hit against the dragon as a troll was the only thing that could have hit a flying target. Also a troll was the thing lumbering to where a group of goblins was drawing to, screams went up and fire erupted in the wheat field. It seemed like the dragon was down, but not quite out, but since it had not gotten up yet, proved it to be in danger. Maut paused, dragons was not to be trusted, yet when they owe their life they could be made a great ally.
"You...minotaur. I am going to help the dragon."
He purposefully left out the baron, he knew that the creature would not cower from him, would not freeze up when he heard his voice. He moved up the stairs, archers almost cowering from him as he started to run along the wall, taking the time to shove crude ladders off of the wall. The troll was either too stupid to realize there was fire or it was so single-minded in it's hate for the dragon that it kept moving towards the fallen dragon. Maut saw that the wall had crumbled and that part of it seemed to have pinned the dragon. The troll was almost at the dragon, a huge boulder in it's hands. Maut reached the crumbled wall at speed and threw himself bodily at the troll, it's huge height of the troll placed it not too far below the wall, yet it was some distance off as the dragon was no small creature either, compared to the two Maut, with all his powers and strength was almost insignificant.
The troll hefted the huge boulder above his head, aiming to throw it at the dragon's head, movement caught his attention, his attention span may not have been the best, but his sense was as sharp as any other meta-human. He looked up only to see a dark figure sailing towards him, the split seconds it took him to process this, the dark clad figure had reached him, only then did he see the long, wicked blade. By then it was too late as the momentum and power of the dead knight drove the blade straight through the troll's brain through his one eye.
Maut loathed to leave the sword, but he had to. Using the troll's broad chest as platform, he grabbed hold of the sword, placing his feet on the troll's chest he threw himself away. Of course with the command to hold the rock gone, the troll's arms relaxed, the rock crashed down onto the already dead troll's head as it crashed to the ground, Maut landing in a jumble of armored limbs not far from the dragon's head. He lay there for a few moments and then pushed himself up, checking his dead body for harm, only then did he look up to see the peril he could possibly be in. If the dragon unleashed it's fire, Maut would burn, not to death, but into pure nothingness.
He got pulled to his feet, his first instinct was to kill the one who dared to touch him, but it was the minotaur, the one he had started off fighting next to. The fool actually gave his life to safe what was already dead, a fire erupted from the passing dragon. The heat and flames made Maut cringe, yet his human spirit saw the tactical advantage and forced his body forward, back to the gate. Joining the ranks of defenders, he slid the axe back into it's sheath, the shield dissipating like mist fleeing from the sun. In their stead Maut drew a two-handed flamberge, the flame-like design of the blade sporting wicked barbs where the rounded curves of the blade should be, the metal dull, yet there was no mistaking the keenness of the edge. A tremor shook the walls and Muat looked at the direction the goblins' attention had been drawn.
A troll have seemed to have gotten in a hit against the dragon as a troll was the only thing that could have hit a flying target. Also a troll was the thing lumbering to where a group of goblins was drawing to, screams went up and fire erupted in the wheat field. It seemed like the dragon was down, but not quite out, but since it had not gotten up yet, proved it to be in danger. Maut paused, dragons was not to be trusted, yet when they owe their life they could be made a great ally.
"You...minotaur. I am going to help the dragon."
He purposefully left out the baron, he knew that the creature would not cower from him, would not freeze up when he heard his voice. He moved up the stairs, archers almost cowering from him as he started to run along the wall, taking the time to shove crude ladders off of the wall. The troll was either too stupid to realize there was fire or it was so single-minded in it's hate for the dragon that it kept moving towards the fallen dragon. Maut saw that the wall had crumbled and that part of it seemed to have pinned the dragon. The troll was almost at the dragon, a huge boulder in it's hands. Maut reached the crumbled wall at speed and threw himself bodily at the troll, it's huge height of the troll placed it not too far below the wall, yet it was some distance off as the dragon was no small creature either, compared to the two Maut, with all his powers and strength was almost insignificant.
The troll hefted the huge boulder above his head, aiming to throw it at the dragon's head, movement caught his attention, his attention span may not have been the best, but his sense was as sharp as any other meta-human. He looked up only to see a dark figure sailing towards him, the split seconds it took him to process this, the dark clad figure had reached him, only then did he see the long, wicked blade. By then it was too late as the momentum and power of the dead knight drove the blade straight through the troll's brain through his one eye.
Maut loathed to leave the sword, but he had to. Using the troll's broad chest as platform, he grabbed hold of the sword, placing his feet on the troll's chest he threw himself away. Of course with the command to hold the rock gone, the troll's arms relaxed, the rock crashed down onto the already dead troll's head as it crashed to the ground, Maut landing in a jumble of armored limbs not far from the dragon's head. He lay there for a few moments and then pushed himself up, checking his dead body for harm, only then did he look up to see the peril he could possibly be in. If the dragon unleashed it's fire, Maut would burn, not to death, but into pure nothingness.