Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140615080921/@comment-23371555-20140619143202

Shreds-Many-Prey awoke to find all his wounds healed and every arrow that was in him lying beside him as if they fell out. He leapt to his feet and saw more Dremora attacking, some buried in mud and rocks. Apparently his father had spared some for him to hunt. It was then that he registered the rhythmic drumming that pulsated through the very air. He felt stronger and faster than he'd ever felt before, maybe even more so than in a Blood Rage. He rolled, jumped, dodged, and weaved through the enemy, letting the rhythm guide his movements. With each beat, another arrow found its mark. With each successive beat, another Dremora met his end. His movements seemed to flow together like the notes of a song. He owed his life to whoever was drumming.