Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140126204208

Novo laughed and dodged, then placed a hand on Olaf's chest. Olaf felt a searing heat on his chest and was thrown back by a small explosion, causing Novo to let out another laugh.

"You people are so predictable," he chuckled, slinging a spear of ice at Paris.

Makoru was thrown against a tree with enough force to shatter bone, although thankfully nothing was broken. It had knocked the wind right out of him, and he took a moment and waited for his vision to clear. As the world became sharper, he watched the battle rage. Everyone was fighting against someone... except for Torene.

He froze in shock for a moment when he spotted Torene slumped against the ground, then felt a rage like no other consuming him. He grabbed his sword and lunged into the fray, cutting down anyone that stood in his path as he waded through the carnage towards Torene. Bloodharvest became an arc of pure destruction, slicing through flesh and metal like a knife cuts through butter.