01-07-2007, 02:14 PM
Dalin charged the oncoming thug. About a crop of hair taller, the man resembeled more of a wolf with the jets of black facial hair running about his face. The stench of watered whiskey choked his breath. His rustic blade threatened the Prayerer with glints of sunlight.
But in his drunkeness, he swung high. Dalin slammed his warhammer into the brigand's chest. Something shattered, an amazing sound of bone inside a flesh drum, and he sagged to his knees. The teeth peeled off letting him crumple on the street.
"Now there's only one left." Dalin said. Bits of ichor and tissue clung to his hammer's head. "Let's see if he's got any cash."
But in his drunkeness, he swung high. Dalin slammed his warhammer into the brigand's chest. Something shattered, an amazing sound of bone inside a flesh drum, and he sagged to his knees. The teeth peeled off letting him crumple on the street.
"Now there's only one left." Dalin said. Bits of ichor and tissue clung to his hammer's head. "Let's see if he's got any cash."