Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140824224301/@comment-12599067-20140902035139

Bjolmar was on his feet only seconds after Tegan darted forwards, his knuckles white around the battleaxe in his hands as he strode forwards with a cold, emotionless light in his eyes.

The moment Tegan drew her sword and roared with that fearsome battlecry, Novo let out a yelp and flung himself aside just as Tegan's sword impaled the stone where his chest had been moments ago. The blade grazed his side and created a shallow wound, but the necromancer gave it little mind as he attempted to scramble to his feet.

A steel boot slammed into the ground in front of his face, causing Novo to fall backwards in order to avoid being stepped on. Bjolmar stood before him, the gleaming axe and heartless fury in his eyes giving him the appearance of a grim executioner. Cornered and pinned by the two Nords, with even Ulfgar ready to pitch in if he needed to. Bjolmar hefted his axe and readied to take off his head while Tegan drew back her sword for another stab at Novo's heart...

"WAIT!" roared the necromancer, almost a whole octave louder than usual. To their own surprise, all three attackers faltered for a moment.