The GrandMage
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Lawerence
He glanced down from his hiding place among the trees. The four sheilders came into view, along with the remaining warrior and hatcheteer. Lawerence gauged how dangerous each was, and how fast he could move on his injured leg. He grimmanced, and pulled the throwing hatchet from his belt. He looked for the Shaman-like Orc, but couldn't find it.
He gritted his teeth, and threw the hatchet. With a resounding 'Thud' it buried itself in its orcish owners stone-like skull, and the foul creature fell dead. The warrior looked at the tree the hatchet had come from, but Lawerence had already jumped to another. He silently stalked through the branches, then jumped into battle.
He hopped on the warriors shoulders, burying his sword in his chest as he flipped, jumping on the edge of one of the sheilder's front sheilds. His weight pulled them down, and he stabbed the orc's torso before yanking his sword free and jumping back, the three sheilders circling him silently.
Lawerence screamed the Vengence call of Terislie's Royal Guard at the top of his lungs. A battlecry only the Knights of Terislie knew well reverberated through the forest as the sheilders dropped their front sheilds and charged, maces in each of their hideous claws.
The cry, which translated from an ancient language to 'I am dead, only in Victory shall I live' was cut short by a scream of pain that cut through the night.
He glanced down from his hiding place among the trees. The four sheilders came into view, along with the remaining warrior and hatcheteer. Lawerence gauged how dangerous each was, and how fast he could move on his injured leg. He grimmanced, and pulled the throwing hatchet from his belt. He looked for the Shaman-like Orc, but couldn't find it.
He gritted his teeth, and threw the hatchet. With a resounding 'Thud' it buried itself in its orcish owners stone-like skull, and the foul creature fell dead. The warrior looked at the tree the hatchet had come from, but Lawerence had already jumped to another. He silently stalked through the branches, then jumped into battle.
He hopped on the warriors shoulders, burying his sword in his chest as he flipped, jumping on the edge of one of the sheilder's front sheilds. His weight pulled them down, and he stabbed the orc's torso before yanking his sword free and jumping back, the three sheilders circling him silently.
Lawerence screamed the Vengence call of Terislie's Royal Guard at the top of his lungs. A battlecry only the Knights of Terislie knew well reverberated through the forest as the sheilders dropped their front sheilds and charged, maces in each of their hideous claws.
The cry, which translated from an ancient language to 'I am dead, only in Victory shall I live' was cut short by a scream of pain that cut through the night.