wrathlead
LeeRoy
OhmHowever, the centaurs were another matter, another matter indeed. Long at odds with the will of the Overlord, the centaurs had finally openly opposed the will of the Eternal One, and now there was open war and little love lost between the two races. What the equine creatures saw in humans boggled Dynoz, they were dirty, fumbling creatures. They were struggling to garner even the most basic grasp of the magical arts, when they were not dying to the wild beasts that haunted the Great Plains or the darkest wodes.
The brutal war cries of the centaurs followed by a hail of arrows, all returned by the elves, neither side gave ground, the heavy thunk of arrows striking trees or flesh sounded much the same. Only the cries of pain that told the significance of the shots as elf and centaur stumbled and died.
Urging his wolf forward he found himself face to face with a female centaur, her dark flanks flowed into her tawny skin, her breasts protected by plate armor, her large eyes narrowed as she recognized him.
“Dynoz Tarr, surrender and face justice for your crimes against the humans.” The centaur shrieked as she wheeled around to bring her bow to bear.
“I am afraid not…” The elf said as he launched himself off the wolf, his bone white daggers gleaming in the god rays when they were struck, his eyes flaring with blood lust as the centaur cried out in horror.
Landing on her, Dynoz stuck her in the back with a dagger and pulled himself around so he was seated on her, then in a frenzy of arterial spray the daggers rose and fell with such rapidity they seems as lightning.
The centaur cried out, stumbling against a tree, frantically trying to turn to hurl the elf off her, as she did, one of the daggers rose and slashed her throat, causing her to pause a moment as she locked eyes with the elf. The grinning face, splattered in blood tilted side wise as the light faded, “Ah my pretty, fear not I shall use your tail to adorn my helm.”
Hurling himself off the centaur as she fell over, Dynoz cackled wickedly, a sound that carried far and wide, as he screamed, “Blood for the Overlord, kill them all!”
With a roar a thickly muscled man with a shimmering long sword and a flame enveloped mace, hurled himself from a hut, making a beeline for the demon elf.
“Murderer! Your days end here and now foul elf…”
As he approached, the man, dressed in a dull hued copper armor, spun quickly, the long sword drawing in close to his body, while the mace extended out a trailing flame behind it. Doing so the flames raced away from the mace head and wrapped themselves around the man, completing his spin, the man now fully engulfed in flames snarled, “Time to purge the Overlords dogs!”
The heat emanating from him reached a temperature of nearly 120 degrees, as the warrior readied himself, the long sword low the mace in front of him, his eyes burning with hatred as he spat, “Prepare to die filth!”
With that, the man lunged forward, his long sword stabbing forward like a rocket towards the demon elf’s right leg, the streaking flame flaring white as it race forward.