Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140626042054

Echion stepped towards the group attacking. There was still the taint of demonic magic in the air, but he ignored it. It was nothing more than a dull pain at this point. Besides, he had more important things to worry about.

He continued walking, a golden glow surrounding his body. He grew larger and larger, until he was at his original size. His shield was out, the grip on his gladius was light yet firm. He ignored the elves that were in the trees, intent in taking this into the melee. A grin crossed his helmeted features at the thought.

The potion he had taked didn't just give a small energy boost to be drained later, nor block out the pain. It also increased the levels of his aggression. Not to dangerous hieghts, but the male would take more risks. Then again, this was when he was at his most dangerous when not using his power.

One of the men stepped forward with a warcry, bringing his ax down hard. The shield came up and redirected the blow, while his gladius carved through the man's trachea. He died drowning in his own blood. Echion kept walking.

As one, the others charged. And his stance shifted, becoming slightly more defensive. A blade flashed through the air, and blood sprayed into the night.