[sub][@Kenaron][/sub]
[center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color][/center]

Everything seemed to be going well for Alberich and Rothar. Without much interference from each other, the two were able to quickly come to terms on a plan to defeat the supposed Dark Lord's soldiers. Splitting off, the two began circling around the party on the road like a wolf pack, stalking their prey like the predators they were. Of course, that was before the forest was set on fire behind Alberich. [color=aqua]"Bloody hell! Are you trying to singe my hair or fight, peon!?"[/color] The lumberjack shouted as his cover was blown by a loud cracking sound zoomed past his head, and burned a few threads of his unkempt blonde hair that had fell to the ground to a crisp. He took a quick glance behind him, noticing the unnatural lightning that crackled and shot off from falling, burning trees. [color=aqua]"Magic..."[/color] Alberich muttered through gritted teeth. He thought magic users to be irresponsible, and the flame-engulfed forest behind was enough proof of his opinion.

In any case, hostilities had commenced between the two misinformed parties. One had thought the other to be bandits while the second party had thought their foes to be with the Dark Lord. Perhaps a case of friendly fire, but such a thought didn't come to Alberich. The lightning magic had only strengthened his resolve that these magic users were peons of the Dark Lord, and the lumberjack was determined to end them. Heaving his large battleaxe in his hand, Alberich had to abandon the plan to cut down the necromancer first. After all, why would Alberich willing turn his back to the magic users after that powerful display of such power? Rothar was still there to back him up, and the lumberjack hoped the paladin catch the necromancer before he turned around and aided the mages. [color=aqua]"First you kill my family and friends, then you murder a village of innocent townsfolk... Gods begone with you, soldiers of the Dark Lord!"[/color] With a mighty war cry, Alberich charged the mages, and the muscular lumberjack swung the battleaxe towards his foes with enough force to chop down even the mightiest oak tree.