So singular was his purpose on finding the spy, that when the horns blazed it took Revenmar a few good moments to wrap his head around the new sensory overload. Once Effin announced they were under attack, his focus shifted to finding Lord Smile. Though he was a God and nothing could hurt him, it was still his duty to be by his side. The camp itself seemed to be in chaos but he was confident Emile would be easy to find. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't help but smirk at all of the commotion about him. The villagers were running everywhere grabbing weapons and armor and it was such a sight to behold. This was his race, proud and determines to win. He would not fail them.
Like he thought, they caught up with Lord Emile and after a couple of brief statements they were on their way to the gate. As Lord Emile passed him and touched his shoulder, Revenmar responded,
"Aye.. Let us battle."
He followed Emile to the gate, the vicious sound of metal on metal clashing was apparent in the distant. He was ready.
As they reached the frontlines however, Revenmar became separated from Emile by a sudden influx of soldiers and was caught in a group that headed off towards the right side of the ensuing battle. He cursed under his breath but knew his God could take care of himself, afterall he was a God. He just hoped his Lord wouldn't be too upset with the fact they got separated and he wasn't their to cover his back. It would have to wait for now.
He flared an intimidation aura as he proceeded to the front, walking past the broken bodies of the dead and dying. The foxes or vulps, were ferocious fighters, Revenmar admired that. They would still die however. He unsheathed his sword, Dominion Aspect and wrapped his arm in his shield, Divinity and charged the nearest fox. The fox was engaged with a fellow soldier and loosing. The fox parried the soldiers sword away and began to bring his sword down for the killing blow. Revenmar got their first, and before the fox could turn he lopped the beastmen in half at the waist.
He was slightly bewildered that he was able to cut flesh so easily but that would have to wait, their was still a battle going on. He turned to the soldier and nodded to the man, who was slightly covered in bloods but stood with a look of awe on his face. The man then picked up his sword but Revenmar was already gone.
His next battle came to him. A group of three foxes ran at him, fangs bared and their weapons raised. Revenmar raised his shield and blocked their attacks easily, he then followed up with an upward thrust of his sword, slicing one of the foxes across the chest and the one next across the face. They both fell with gurgled snarls and then silence. The third one became enraged managed to dash to his sword side and swing his sword at Revenmars arm. The blade hit with a clang and bounced off harmlessly. In return Revenmar shield bashed the fox, sending the now broken creature flying into a group of men, but the fox did not stir. The men, confused as to where the fox came from looked Revenmars way.
Revenmar lifted his sword high into the air and shouted in a thunderous voice,
"To me you Vulps! Give me a challenge!"
Unbeknownst to everyone, he activated one of his aggro spells, which would draw a certain amount of foes to his position, so he could take the damage and have the other soldiers get a breather. It seemed to work as foxes began to charge him in a chorus of yips, snarls and growls. Many foxes came to his challenge but not one would leave. He went about, in a display perhaps none of the other humans had scene before, killing the foxes with impunity. He was still slightly unnvered at how easy it was to take life in the new world but his battle lust was all consuming.@Lugubrious