[h1]Shadar and Drosil Maeneld[/h1]

Shadar didn't know what he expected from Gartian, but what he got was laughably pathetic in both demeanor and general attitude, and the only reason he didn't break out into laughter was due to this being a diplomatic mission. [i]Yeah, this is how I'm used to my nobles. Prideful vagrants who only care about what they want. Glad to see that Jasi isn't alone in having some fucked up nobility.[/i] 

Shadar's enjoyment of the moment disappeared the moment that the mad king mad his intentions clear after the strange woman by him, almost drenched in n ominous and powerful magical taint, tried to pass of a ridiculous lie, clearly an excuse for what he was about to do, which was murder the Barcean royalty and lead the two countries into a war, all for some damned artifact that the queen apparently possessed. 

[i]Well then, at least now I can do something besides acting like a lawn ornament.[/i]

Shadar cracked his knuckles, leaving it to the others to block out the majority of the barrage of arrows, those that got through we easily avoided or deflected by his armor. Drawing one of his shortswords, he spoke in a low tone as he cast magic upon himself, his form seeming to gain a much more menacing feeling, shadows seeming to form a miasma of death and fear around him as he let out a load roar. Charging forward with the rest of the group, he met the enemy with a savage punch, putting his full strength into it and easily causing the first soldier he cam across to crumble as he took the blow to the head, his hem splitting from the force of it as his head practically burst open like a gore filled ballon, painting his comrades behind with specks of red all over them. Fearful, yet resolute, 5 men charged forward, their shields up and their formation tight as they faced the shadowy demon that the Barceans had brought with them. It was a good tactic, but matter little, as one of the men in front suddenly found himself being knocked over to the ground, Sir Mauls having joined the fray in order to assist the group in their assault. Grabbing the downed man, the death crawler pulled him away from the battle as Shadar charged forward to meet the men that had been caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the monstrous insect, the cries of their comrade being quickly silenced as Sir Mauls effectively and gruesomely decapitated him with it's large pincers, a slimy tongue darting out to lick up the blood that had stained it's mandibles.

Not that the H'kelans had the luxury of witnessing this act, as they were to busy attempting to face off against Shadar. The first man found his head grasped by Shadar as punishment for turning his attention away from the dark titan, the pain soon taken away by the sweet release of death as Shadar stabbed his blade through the man's throat, drawing it out just as quickly as he charged forward ever more, using the corpse to defend himself from a sword coming from his right, quickly pushign them back bef ore swinging the body around to smack into another attack, sending him tumbling to the ground. Shadar suddenly feel a dull pain from his side, turning to see that the third soldier had tried to strike at his side, but has blade had barely scratched Shadar's exo-skeleton. Before the man could get out of range, he found his arm grasped by the hulking figure, the pressure so tight that it caused his bones to creak. 

For a moment, the sounds of battle faded away as the man looked up, eyes wide with terror, at the glowing white eys of the monster before, hoping to find a shred of humanity in them. Shadar could feel intense regret coming from the man, as well as an intense longing to return home, to his family.

[sub]"Mercy . . . please,"[/sub] was all the man said, and for a moment, the man saw something change in the shadowy creature before him, a softening in it's presence, the intimidation he'd been feeling before seeming to lessen a bit. However, before he was given any spark of hope, the beast's gaze sharpened, his grip ever tighter than before as Shadar steeled his resolve.

[b]"Sorry. . ."[/b] Was all he said as he stabbed the man through his chest, piercing his heart and ending his life as painlessly as possible. Turning around, he drew his other blade, turning to face the remaining two soldiers locked in battle with him, who seemed to have also lost a bit of their resolve to continue fighting, the fear on their faces causing the titan to grit his teeth in annoyance, but this unpleasant feeling did not give way to hesitation, as he struck out at both men, the clash of steel against steel as they blocked with their shields, though the strength of the hits being so great that they could hardly lift the shields again, their arms made numb by the impact. They were then quickly  dispatched by two quick cuts across their throats, their bodies falling to the ground bonelessly as the life flowed out of them onto the cold ground.Turning around, he cursed to see that more men seemed to be closing in on him, about ten this time, armed with pikes and halberds to reach over the frontline while shieldbearers stepped forward, intending to hold the giant pack while their comrades jabbed him from afar. A decent strategy . . . put not one that would work, sadly.

Sheathing his shortswords, Shadar reached behind his back to pull out his creation, the ebon blade seeming to pulse with an anticipation for battle and blood that it's wielder clearly didn't share. There was a slight pause as the two sides readied themselves for battle, and then Shadar charged forward, letting out another roar, this one mixed with magic to infuse his presence and voice with monstrous levels of killing intent, inflicting a heightened sense of terror in the men just long enough for them to break formation, one of the men turning to try and run away. It was all the opening that the Divineborn needed, his blade finding it's purchase in the cowards back, running him and the man in front of him through, only for both of them to painfully slide off the blade as Shadar engaged in a harsh spin, knocking back all of the soldiers around him, either back aways or on their backs. The glistening black of his blade seemed to hungrily cling to the blood that so tainted it's stiff form, as the blood drops seemed slow to actually fall from the blade. 

Without another word, Shadar drew a shortsword and finished off two of the men who had fallen on their backs before the others could retaliate, and when one of the men tried to attack him while he was doing so, he would be met only by a blade to the gut, followed by a short flight through the air as Shadar launched him bodily towards on of the spearmen that had thought to try and sneak on him from behind, before swinging his blade to intercept another attack by a spearman, his claymore making shortwork of the weapon as it sliced through it in one swing. He'd follow this up by enacting a savage stab through the man's man's chest, straight through the heart, before wrenching in it out to deal with the final three spearman and one shield bearer. They once again got information, and Shadar wasn't foolish enough to think the same trick would work again.

So, instead of charging forward in a mad rush, Shadar would instead cautiously circle the group, keeping their attention on him. Every now and then, he'd feint a lunge forward, causing them to back away in fear and ready their weapons in preparation. They were so focused in him, they never noticed Sir Mauls until it was too late, the giant centipede barreling into the vulnerable spearmen, gruesomely ending them through methods such as decapitation and stabbing them many times with his many, many pointed limbs. The swordsman was ended just as quickly, his head being removed from his body by Shadar in one smooth motion. As the two finished their prey, Sahadar turned to Sir Mauls, before surveying the battlefield.

". . . I want you to go help anyone who needs help, oka you stupid beast, and don't stay encaged with soldiers for too long though. Hit & Run tactics, keep them on their twos, understand?"

Shadar's commands were met by a nod by the beast as it went out to assist the Barceans. Meanwhile, the Titan would look down at his bloodstained hands for a moment, before turning around towards the battles still being waged. He has only one thing to say before he charged out into the fray.

[b]"Why do I let Drosil drage into these things?"[/b]