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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dursk Starkfire" data-source="post: 732214" data-attributes="member: 7561">PYRRHIC HEROISM:Arwyn awoke in time to see Ishmael's body topple to the ground, as Prulok glanced about. His thirst had not been quenched by such an uninspiring kill as this. "JU ALL DIES TODAY!" His confidence growing as his blood boils with the sport of the kill, glaring at his next victim."You shall not see the end of this day, you, you foul beast!" Arwyn lept from the ground, unsheathing her scythes while spinning through the air and slashing through the half-orcs mid-section. It wasn't even enough to stagger him, but focused his anger from the lifeless Ishmael.Perrens and Devis were making quick work of the snipers that had soon discovered that the protection of the underbrush also made it extremely unwieldly to hit their marks. Yet, it wasn't the threat of the archers that concerned them. It was the ominous voice that echoed from down the road, only to turn into blasts of energy that pounded into their chests. The majicks were not easily counterable to the scouts, and they were quickly running out of ideas. But it was Aiden, who surprised them. The regal elf passenger, who had been hiding all this time in his wagon, who found some well of courage, and stood up in plain sight of the remaining archers! "MAGUS CENTO!" and a blue burst of energy flowed from his fingertips in a sizzling arc, burning through the cowled man's robes, blasting him to the ground.But Prulok still stood. He would have no business retreating from a flock of sheep, ready to be fleeced. They would fall like apples from a tree, and he would enjoy the plunder himself if that was what it came down to. But it was no longer about the money for Prulok, it was about the blood-thirst. He hungered for it, and it consumed him. He wiped the blood from his midsection, and tightened both hands around his tremendous blade. There would be no end to the savagery that would ensue. As Arwyn held her scythes to defend against the blow, there would be no resistence to the force that Prulok brought forth. For his anger would not cede until his mission was finished. Arywn watched, as her life was already stolen, but her eyes capturing everything, still not understanding that her life had been snuffed as a candle.It was all that the company would stand for, and with renewed vigour, they swarmed the half-orc as quickly as they could. His murder of Arwyn would be the last action he would ever commit, and his fate in the here-after would be permanently decided. And with a few mumbled words, a blast of energy from the elf, the half-orc slumped over, devoid of life.</blockquote>

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