05-10-2011, 03:32 PM
Alex grit his teeth, silencing a cry of pain as his hands were cut and his body burned. He looked at them and then around him, seeing his fellow defenders being slaughtered by the seemingly never ending wave of Darkspawn. He had to be strong, if he was really going to do this. He had to strength his will, and prevent the magic within him from controlling him. He held his bloodied hands up and began to use blood magic on the attackers, knowing the risks.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.