Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-29458028-20140726142523

Sorin transformed into a cloud of bats, flying into the midst of the Fosworn. He felled one with a thunderbolt to the face, dismembering another with his sword. Sleep indeed was too risky, Molag's machinations on his biology allowed him to avoid that little part of weakness. Sorin parried yet another blade, breaking his attacker's neck with a punch to the throat. He slid to the ground as a pair of Fosworn swords crossed his original position, tackling both men who attempted to take his life. Within seconds, both men had silver scythes plunged into their faces, Sorin's ebony sword now sheathed.

With a good fling, Sorin crossed his scythes over another pair of Fosworn, applying voltage to the chains, electrifying the pair snagged on his blades. He gave a jerk and the scythes returned to his hands, cutting through charred bone. Transforming into a cloud of bats once more, Sorin avoided a Forsworn axe, reforming with one scythe in his left hand, his ebony sword in his right. Sorin spun around and cleaved three foes with his unnatural strength, breaking their weapons, ensuring lethality. Another he hooked with his scythe and pulled onto his sword.

Sorin cursed his luck as some idiot managed to break the chain that bound his scythes together. He sent a barrage of lightning bolts at nearby foes, incapacitating and probably killing them. Another bat form allowed him to retrieve the scythe, but it was broken beyond repair. He broke the blade off, flinging it at the face of a nearby Fosworn, killing him instantly.

(May I know the number of Fosworn? Do you want to see Sorin in his vampiric glory (I hope not, it is cruel to send people to coldharbor and Sorin is a nice guy, I am hoping this will be a no.)? Also, do you want Tacitus to strike?)