Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141116163646

Veranwen, who stood back near the fire blasting apart skeletons with blasts of flame, looked on in surprise as Lorcan sprang at the enemy. Her eyes widened when Lorcan took an arrow in his stomach and she took two steps forward as if preparing to hurl herself at the enemy, but stopped herself short when Lorcan continued on without a care in the world. She was of course glad to see he was alive, but uncertain of how he continued on with an arrow sticking out of his midsection. She didn't have much time to think about it, however, because soon she was back to fending of the horde of skeletons to the best of her abilities.

Ranwulf, who didn't seem to notice Lorcan running around with an arrow sticking out of him, tore through the crowd in a whirlwind of axe and sword. He seemed almost superhumanly fast, snapping legs in two with one hand and cleaving through spines with another. Together, Lorcan and Ranwulf culled the mob of the undead down to a small fraction of what it had been originally, although they still had to deal with the armor skeleton Friedrich was facing as well as the support group of skeletal archers and soldiers that drew back the mercenaries.