06-04-2009, 04:38 PM
Alexander would have responded if he could have but a sword pierced his flank and he released a terrifying roar of pain. Grabbing the soldiers head with his bare hands, the might Saxon Champion twisted the mans skull off his nick and ripped it off, throwing it into his next assailant. He snapped the staff in half, the Dying king still having the tip of it shoved between his ribs as he gasped for air. Alexander used the half he kept as a crutch as he began to make his escape.
Mickal was to busy keeping the waves of soldiers at bay with his magic, sending lighting, fire, earth and acid into the wake of the enemy ranks. Grace was scooped up into Hunter's arms and clung to him but Hunter was soon cut off by enemy cavalry, Cassandra amongst them. She raised her lance high and they charged.
Mickal was to busy keeping the waves of soldiers at bay with his magic, sending lighting, fire, earth and acid into the wake of the enemy ranks. Grace was scooped up into Hunter's arms and clung to him but Hunter was soon cut off by enemy cavalry, Cassandra amongst them. She raised her lance high and they charged.
