[@Dog][@Hawthorne]


[color=00a651][h1] [center] [b]Dzhon Piter Nabokov[/b] [/center] [/h1][/color]

Dzhon looked around being satisfied with her work, the dead bodies of the cultist pleased him greatly. Ending the life of the cultist that he threw the arm at, thrusting his sword into the heretic’s forehead. “[color=00a651]A shame I thought you would be more of a challenge.[/color]” The priest seemed quite disappointed by the fighting skills of the cultists. His eyes quickly scanned the room of his comrades that were closest towards him. The person that was nearest towards him was the other priest. Even though he was sure that the other priest was a capable fighter, he did not want him to become swarmed by cultists. Quickly taking action he noticed the reminding cultist coming towards him. Making sure to stand between the priest and the cultist, “[color=00a651]Do you mind if I join this dance?[/color]” He soon swung his sword towards one of the cultists closest to the priest, stabbing him in the leg before chopping off his head. 

His attention turned towards another cultist surrounding the priest, “[color=00a651]I think we are on even ground now, two against two.[/color]” Smiling and turning his attention towards the other cultist. Watching the heretic coming towards him with his sword, trying to stab the priest in the stomach. Dhzon however was quicker than he looks. Dodging out of the way of the thrusting sword, countering with a kick to the cultist’s arm disarming him. Caughting the sword in the air with a big grin on his face. “[color=00a651]Sorry old boy, it looks like this is the end of your miserable life.[/color]” And with that he plunged both of his swords into the eye’s of the cultist.