Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140921041500/@comment-24736819-20140921184830

Forsetalundr shouted to his knights:

"FORMATION! NOW!", and as he did it, the Knights organizedly formed a losange. The ones that used spears right behind the ones with sword and shields. Forsetalundr was the tip of the losange the formation took form, he led his Knights against the first wave of the Daedric Horde.

The daedra's attack was inneffective as the shield's formation protected the core of the Knights, while the spears pierced the daedra. Forsetalundr used his own shield to deflect the majority of the attacks he suffered, while wielding his massive sword at the same time.

But the daedra were too much.

Gudmundr was fighting beside the orcs, bare-handed. His fighting style was pretty unique as he seemed to be drunk while fighting. His dodging seemed not to be calculated, it seemed to be luck as he stumbled like a drunk man would do. But his punches were accurate and powerful.

"Ha! There has been sometime since I got to enter a good brawl!", he shouted, laughing.