Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140201214527

Even Anwen could not have matched the speed Makoru had reached. The minute he had heard Torene scream, he had bolted past and began rushing down the stairs, not caring what was waiting for him at the bottom. A rage boiled up in his chest and the tower seemed to darken as he sprang down the staircase, and Bloodharvest shone like a torch in the darkness as he shot down the stairs.

He spotted the necromancers long before they knew he was there, and the fury in his heart reached an inferno when he spotted Torene backed into a corner. He charged them with a war cry that would have impressed even Stroggvir and swung, his ebony blade carving through flesh and bone with ease. Fighting like a demon he darted about, becoming nothing short of a shadowy whirlwind as he struck.