[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: Mirkwood Encampment[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"The world is merciless, and it's also very beautiful." - Hajime Isayama[/i][/color][/center]
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Kreneas stumbled back, once again unexpecting Irime's actions. She was like a big ball of energy when it came to nearly anything, especially fighting orcs. As Irime sprinted off in her valiant charge, the magus quickly followed her and checked his own blade. Sure enough, it had a blue aura just like Irime's, which only meant one thing. Orcs. He drew his blade fully upon confirming the orc presence, and hastily readied a spell to launch at the orcs once he arrived to the campsite. 

[color=silver]"Move, you timid fool! Don't just stand there and die!"[/color] He shouted as his hand glowed a magnificent white, and three crystals had formed. Thrusting his hand forward, the magus sent the arcane impulse flying towards an orc, blasting him in the chest with enough force to send him into a tree. He looked around to locate Finrod, but his search was interrupted by a rampaging orc. [color=silver]"Damn it all.."[/color] Kreneas muttered as he charged forth, meeting blade to blade with the vile creature.

Their sword hilts interlocked, although the orc's blade could hardly be called a sword. It was a test of strength, and should Kreneas fail, his death would be imminent. The ground beneath Kreneas had quickly begun to give way as his heels dug into the dirt. If the magus didn't do anything quickly, the orc's superior strength would overwhelm him, yet quick-witted as always, a light bulb had gone off in Kreneas' mind. Slamming his plated knee into the gut of the orc, Kreneas forced the hilt lock to break and proceeded to use his agile swiftness to leap forward like a prowling tiger, his blade entering and slicing the orc's throat open.

Now able to focus, Kreneas looked around the battlefield for the youngling, yet his eyes still couldn't locate Finrod. Thinking that the elf might still be alive, Kreneas taunted the various orcs in hopes that one of them was attacking Finrod and would now target the magus. Everyone had a weakness, and perhaps calling the orcs barbaric freaks might just strike a nerve.

[@Wick]