Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140626052105

Echion twisted, bringing his shield to block another ax strike. The sound of metal smacking metal hit the night air, and was quickly followed by the sound of steel rending flesh. These men had no armor to think of, and they thought to attack a fairy villiage.

Honestly, this was why he worked for a guild. Competence.

So few of the force were left, with Echion bearing only superficial wounds. The ones remaining looked at him warily. There were no more than seven left out of a force of twenty. A quick and easy problem to fix, but he had to do it fast. The small energy boost he had was withering away.

One man stepped forward, and slashed with a sword. Echion's gladius parried the blow, his shield slamming into the thug's neck with a statisfying crack. A few arrows streaked over his shoulder and slammed into three others.

Three to go.

He advanced again. This time, the two melee thugs came forward. As one they charged. Echion met the first by slamming his tower shield into the man's body, twisting to bring it across and block a stab by the other one. He opened the man's gut and throat, and turned to the one on the ground. Mercilessly, he lifted his foot, and crushed the man's throat.

The final assailent was the mage. There was a stench of demon aura around him. The warrior narrowed his eyes as the arcane practicioner summoned the mana for a lightening bolt. The spell struck his shield, electricity arching over it- and it faded away, leaving the Seigebreaker perfectly unharmed. Except for a few minor burns, but he didn't know that.

Needless to say, the mage's existence was cut pitifully short. But that damned magic was still in the air...Echion turned, and looked up in the tree. A succubus. And she had Crystal. Great.

"I can't seem to get an easy win, can I?" He asked rhetorically.