Tirian hit the ground with an agile roll and slid to his feet. The iridescent barrier would prevent any further progress however. Tirian grimaced at the scene unfolding before him, a familiar feeling creeping into the bottom of his heart. Serna was alone to fend for herself against an obviously powerful foe and all the red-haired warrior could do would be watch, praying that something or someone would change the tides of destiny. Tirian slammed calloused knuckles into the immovable barrier, struggling with feeble strength to somehow rid himself of this confining situation. The man before his blue eyes, now defined as an ‘executioner’ began to assault Serna mentally. Tirian’s blood began to heat up as his face showed the rage bubbling within.
Tirian gripped his fingers tightly together into two fists and began to pound the barrier with an unrelenting force. His ears pricked at the sound of air being sliced by cold steel, an arrow. Aaerynn had stepped out from the darkness of the ruins, it was obvious she had encountered this man much before they did. Their engagement was quick and precise, the exchanging of blows, however sided with this executioner. Tirian felt his conscious fade away and his rage rose to an entirely new level. His body twitched with fury as his hands slammed into the barrier hard enough to crack it even the slightest. This gave Aaerynn the opening she needed, but this opening would bitter sweet. The executioner crushed his opponent with deadly force, sending the wood elf crashing into the distance.
Serna quickly rushed to their sides and it would seem that all was lost. That was, until a heavy stampede of feet crossed across the field and sent the executioner crashing into the distance. Broxigar stood before the group tall and proud as an Orc Chieftain should. Tirian shattered the barrier in an instant, joining his brother in arms with a deadened look in his eyes.
“In town. There’s more. I’ve got this.”
Broxigar nodded, knowing the fiery attitude of the warrior and retreated to the town. Tirian looked down to Aaerynn and Serna with nothing in his face. His lips remained neutral and laid without emotion. His blue eyes starred through them as if nothing existed. His blood had reached boiling point and seemed to quite literally raise the soldier’s body temperature. Tirian knelt down to the wood elf placing a hand directly over the many wounds Aaerynn had received.
“This will hurt.”
-Serna looked up at Tirian with tears running down her face. "What are you g-going to do?"-
Tirian did not answer the question, focusing his attention on the wounds. In an instant they had been burned shut, stopping the profuse bleeding and saving the elf’s life. Tirian stood to a full posture and drew his weapon with such fierceness s that the ground below them cracked.
“You’ve made the gravest of mistakes a man can make. Pray to your gods that your death is painless.”
Serna's eyes widened as she immediately tried to comfort the wood elf as she screamed in pain. The younger girl clenched her eyes closed as she cried, hearing Aaerynn's skin burn together, and the wood elf's ear shattering scream. Then it was over and it smelled of singed flesh.
-Serna opened her eyes to see Aaerynn's stab wound completely cauterized. The wood elf was barely conscious, and Serna slowly placed Aaerynn's head on her lap, trying to give her some bit of comfort. The tears continued to flow as she held Aaerynn's body a bit protectively and looked up to see Tirian standing in front of them protectively.
Something was off though. The Tirian she had encountered while training, the kind and patient man was gone. This was different, and it was frightening.
The Syndarean man was still standing, somehow. Blood poured down from his nose, and there was black ooze that dripped down from where Aaerynn had stabbed him. He retrieved some sort of capsule from his pocket and quickly gnashed it between his teeth. His limbs lit up with barriers as he glared the red haired warrior down. "Bring it then!!"-
Tirian’s body exploded with electricity causing a massive gust to burst forth from his position. There was no time wasted as Tirian dashed forward with inhuman speed. Tirian clashed against the barrier ridden man with strength enough to send the himoff balance. Relentless in his blind rage, Tirian quickly slashed forward with precision only capable of an elven warrior. The Syndarean grunted and retaliated with fierce blows of his own. Tirian’s deadened eyes looked past his opponent, clashing with each and every barrier with an effortless posture. Tirian parried and deflected each arm and legs, counter attacking where necessary.
“Pathetic. Is this all you can muster Syndarean?”
The Executioner screamed in rage and attacked faster. Tirian continued to parry and dodge the enraged advances. His body felt the pressure of his magic but continued with a final strike. Tirian caught the fist of his opponent causing the ground to shatter below them. The soldier crushed his opponents arm by breaking the elbow joint completely in half. As the executioner reeled back in shock the Durandal prince slammed into the ground spinning with a ferocious slash that severed the executioners head completely. Before the dismembered head could fall Tirian let forth a massive fireball that engulfed much of the man’s body. Tirian’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body fell limp to the ground, reaching its limit in rage and magic alike.