[center][h1][color=#B5A642][b]Dragan Meszaros[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

By now, Dragan's suspicions were confirmed. This absolutely wasn't the paladin they'd been warned about. In that case...this was a waste of time. 

[color=#B5A642][b]"Enough of this."[/b][/color] Dragan said, hefting his looted warhammer up as he stepped out onto the edge of his perch. [color=#B5A642][b]"Either the battle ends here, or our actions prove drastic enough to lure the other one out. Regardless, I've had quite enough of sitting back and merely directing matters."[/b][/color] 

If a lord did not sally forth into battle himself, how would he ever inspire his people? With that in mind, Dragan channeled blood magic through his legs and leapt, his hammer gripped in both hands as he descended upon the large skeleton at the same moment that Ilena sicced her shadow wolf on it. 

The Death Knight's leap had him on a direct trajectory with the skeleton's raised arm, and Dragan swung as he came into range, his warhammer aiming to utterly crush the bone arm that was raised to assail Giselle.