The man looked up, and at the volley of steel tipped death, and spread his arms.
"Time to show these fools one of my greatest abilities....the one that allowed me to survive my hundred year slumber....." He thinks, with a wicked grin on his face. The arrows pelted him, and ripped his flesh, and after the volley rips though him, he falls backwards....but, about half way though the fall, rights himself back up to his feet. He then pulls his hood down, to show a youthful face, one of around 20 winters. However, his eye..or...eye sockets were only filled with the green burning flames.

"Your weapons of steel cannot halt....my....vengeance!" He roars, before his gaze fell upon the remaining archers, as he stole the life from their bodies, turning them to ash, and their clothing. The arrows fall from his flesh, and his wounds seem...healed. He throws off his robes, showing his body lined with cracks which spew the fire he had spread across the land. In the center of his chest, a large gem, glowing the same emerald green as his flames.

"Look at the monster your empire has created fools! Look at me! See your death, brought about by your arrogance and hatred!" He roars, as he lobs more fire, his laugh crackling. His mind seems to slip him for a few moments, his madness taking hold.