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Holgarths eyes widened as Weaves unleashed an unnatural plague of insects from her weapon. Her witchcraft, a terrible sight to behold, descended on the approaching horsemen, engulfing their leader and bestowed a death that did not bear dwelling too long on upon him. The King o' the Hills and the High Places glanced at the monster responsible for this abominable sorcery, gritting his teeth. His suspicions had been correct - it would not do to let his guard down among these ones. Supressing his terror, Holgarth forced his gaze ahead to face the oncoming enemy.

The wyvern, now riderless, went into a frenzy. It lashed out at the nearest knight, effortlessly running him through with its barbed tail despite his heavy mail. The metal closest to the impact began to fizzle and melt from the potent venom in the stinger, a godless shriek escaping his mouth as his body was burned from within. Next, the great wyrms massive maw descended on the horses neck, snapping it in two and tossing the slaughtered animal to the side. The rest of the knights evaded as best as they could, trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the raging beast, incidently pushing them right into Holgarth and his allies.

Holgarth was impressed with the movements of this Brandon - his name ringed a bell; a champion of renown? - He was fast as fury, and strong as steel. To battle this man would be dangerous, but also glorious. Holgarth hoped to get the chance to kill him one day, but not now. They could use all the blades they could get to come out of this alive. The rest of the knights bore down on them now, spread in the customary wedge of a cavalry charge. One of them had Holgarth in his sights, hefting a great axe with two hands, aiming to claim the barbarian Kings head. As the knight descended upon him, Holgarth spun to the other side, slippery as a snake, roaring like thunder as he swung the Underblade into the horse. The fell blade split skin, muscle and bone as if it was not there, showering everything and everyone nearby in red hot blood. The blade did not stop, however, but continued its upward arc into the stunned rider, embedding itself in his gut and dragging him out of the saddle.

The great axe fell and tumbled to the ground. Holgarth rolled beneath a lance and grabbed onto it. He looked up, quickly finding Feras with his gaze, and threw the axe to him handle first. [color=fff200]Make yourself useful, Frail![/color] he shouted, [color=fff200]Battle is joined! Let the blood flow![/color] He had no time to wait for a reply, however, as another knight soon went for the kill. Holgarth managed to sidestep his lance and quickly broke it off with a swing of the Underblade. He used the cut off top of the weapon as a javelin, throwing it into the slit of the riders horned helmet, piercing his head. The knight brought his hands to his head, screaming, pawing uselessly at the wooden shaft sticking out of his face. Holgarth left him for dead and moved on, blade and body splattered with blood.

He witnessed as one of their own, the strange woodland creature with antlers, desperately tried to hide from the oncoming wyvern. The struggle was short lived; the giant beast was too fast, too furious. It spitted the poor creature through the chest with its venomous stinger, a silent scream forming on its dying face. Something strange happened, then. The creature began to transform, shedding its weak and slender frame for something terrible. A monster in its own right. It turned on the wyvern, still impaled on the tail, lashing at it with razor sharp talons. The winged wyrm roared in pain, thrashing the beast to and fro, ultimately unable to shake it off. With a final slash, the beast severed the tip of the wyverns tail, prompting a shower of blood and venom to erupt from the wound. The wyvern took flight, distancing itself from the terrible foe, but the beast was in the end undone as its entire being was drenched in the acidic venom. It collapsed to the ground without a sound, smoldering and bubbling. In death, it had at least rid the rest of them from the horrors of the wyverns stinger. A relief, no doubt.