Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140330230839/@comment-6006054-20140415020904

Kjalek cut down two revenants, and then stepped back. He panted heavily as he sheathed his imperial gladius. The bodies of the dead were piled around him, yet the Black Worm's army continued to march. He reached up and grasped his claymore's hilt. He gazed dully at the advancing horde. Kjalek drew his greatsword from his back in one smooth motion. Holding the blade only in his right hand, he raised his left to the sky.

"The time for cowering beneath our walls is over." his voice was loud, but somehow eerily calm in the visceral chaos of battle.

"Move forward! We will push the Worm back from our walls, and back into the ground where it crawled from!" Kjalek lowered his left fist, and clenched it around his sword's hilt.

Nahlgaaf glanced about quickly, finding himself in an unfamiliar part of the battlefield. He was far from anything he considered friendly. His impact had scattered whatever foes were nearby, but the enemy had recovered from their brief surprise and were encirling him.