by Marcadus » Fri Feb 24, 2006 6:17 am
* As the warriors quickly regin thier composure after seeing one of thier own drained of blood, the archers in back once again nock arrows and the warriors draw the shields from ther backs, Marcadus stands watching them his stand wavering almost as if to drunk to stand or about to collapse, as he sways under the weight of gravity his face turns into view of the group behind him, his eyes glowing a dark red in the darkness mouth open slightly showing off large fangs, and blood covering most of the front of his chest and face, he smiles back at them *
" Magis cruor. "
* Swaying towards the men in front of him and letting his arms open as he falls as the men charge in Marcadus catches himself almost halfway down pushing forward into the oncoming men his claws slashing through the air ripping appart a shield blood coming from the broken arm behind it, Marcadus continues through the men in front of him slashing at anything that move and somethings that didn't ripping apart men and cave wall alike in the process taking hit after hit from the swords and arrows around him his blood mixing with the blood of the men around him on the floor, after the first minute or so only 2 men were dead but almost 10 were injured *
OOC: if anyone actually wants to know what I'm saying it's latin, check out the weblink on my name for a translation
VB Kick Count 5
The Drunken Willow
Western Uruk-Hai Archer
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