[center][h1][color=0054a6]Atrius “Hex” Averna[/color][/h1][/center]

Atrius stood amongst the hooded figures of the blasted cult, the ones who took everything from him except for his life. He surprisingly stood out from the group of deviants and freaks because unlike most there wasn’t a physical abnormality in the man. All of his powers and changes originated from his broken mind. It took all of his self control to realize how bad it would be to attack now. Especially since, as the old hooded man said, he knew what was going to happen. The cloaked figure called upon those who believed themselves to be the chosen. Atrius lurched forward and slowly entered the area, along with seven others. There were some fakers in their midst it would seem. Not that the former mercenary minded, there was some pent up aggression he wanted to take out. And he would be damned again if he would let one of those fools take his place here. 

The fighting commenced and Atrius jumped back as far away from the others as he could as he prepared his two swords. He watched as all of the others paired off into their own fights, other than one woman who led an army of her followers, and he was left with his opponent. A shadowy woman who sunk into the darkness. Atrius remained cautious and waited for his opponent to strike first. Which after a moment she did, an attempted backstab on her opponent. How vile, attacking from the shadows, but effective. Atrius blocked the attack with his blades and with a blast of wind magic she was blown away from him. With a wave of his hand five spikes of ice formed around him. [color=0054a6]”Just die already.”[/color] He spoke as he sent the ice flying forward in an attempt to impale his opponent.