Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140330230839/@comment-12599067-20140411021130

The Titan and senche-tiger barreled into each other, claw and fang tearing and slashing as the monsters grappled. The poor Anchorite was flung from his steed and was thrown against a rock with a sharp crack that signified broken bones, and was still save for the steady rise and fall of his chest, showing that he would probably survive his injuries if he wasn't trampled by the battling behemoths.

Makoru poured his energy into keeping the undead armies back, but when he saw the riders pass by overhead and spotted the gleaming Elder Scroll slung across the Worm King's back, he immediately knew that needed to focus all their attacks on the Necromancer and not his foul summons. He cut down the nearest enemies with a single sweep of his ebony blade before turning to Daithi, who was still lying on the ground, and attempted to help him to his feet while keeping the revenants at bay.

"Daithi! C'mon, dammit, get up!" Makoru cursed, still trying to drag Daithi onto his feet.