[center][h2][u][i][b]Bors from the Deep Places[/b][/i][/u][/h2][/center]

The dwarf shifts and moves and makes ready, growling in Dwarven for anyone who may understand it [i]Bright as a Candle in the Deep, but nothing an axe can't solve.[/i] He warms up abit, twisting and making ready as the riders start to appear. He only starts briefly as the drake appears, "Oh looks like the lads and lassies up there have a pet skink huh? Give me a good handaxe, I'll knock that thing outta the air I will!" He chuckles softly

With a step he hefts his axepick high over his head, then with a twisting step he brings it down and shouts as the stone he just stuck shatters into pieces, "[i]Khazad abod amuriz![/i] Dwarves strike the Earth! [i]Du Bekar! Du Bekar![/i] To arms! To Arms!" The heavily armored dwarf stands proud in the face of the fight, laughing even, "It's been too long since I've had a good fight! Not since I gutted that ponce of a general, the princeling, the envoy and the thane don't damn well count! Come on! [i]Khazad ai-menu![/i] A dwarf is upon you!"

And perhaps if he had been with a throng of dwarves at that moment Bors looks like he would have charged forward. His weapon held high and a growl of battle fervor in his throat. But those behind him are humans, and orcs and beings from the darkest parts of the world. Not a Dwarven battle legion, just as well armed and filthy as he is. He stomps his foot and roars, "Come on then you right buggers! Bring yer pretty faces to my axe! Let me give you a taste of good Dwarven steel! Find out if your weapons can pierce Adamant steel! Come on then!"

The Dwarf continues to roar and stomp, giving his two handed weapon great deceptively slow swings, the deadly pointed pick side lashing through the air, while the gleaming axe head on the other cleaves the wind. He calls back to the others, "Come on then ya lot! Step on up, choose yer first target. Get ready to pop their wee heads off. There's plenty for all of us! Come on then!" Bors stomps the ground again, and then tips his head back and this shout is different, it's more bestial, it's primal, and filled with rage, his voice afterward tinged with some deep down in his soul anger, "Yes! We will wet the ground with their blood, feel it drip down our arms and chests! Kill them all!"