*[@Wraithblade6]

The dark one screeched as he fruitlessly tried to swing the blade.

"EVIL! FOUL! MONSTER!" It roared, obviously not overly happy with genocide not being in many itty bitty bits. Soon, however, from the woodlands around them, outstepped the huge man from before. He looked over at the gathering of fellows there, before he looked at genocide.

[@thewizardguy]

"...You, you there. You have the stink of a deamon born on you...." Logar growls, as he leaned forwards slightly, to get a better look at the man. Genocide would notice something, if he was able...Logar, he was not from this place. No...he was from another, all together....