Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160803223207

I look at Ibrahim and he to me. A small smile cracks on my face at his new found conviction. "That's more like it! You help who you can, I'll keep the bastards focused on me." I jump off the horse and head straight into the battle on foot. At full sprint I cut through the smoke and into the fray, the first thing in my sight is a row of archers at least 40 of them in ranks. "Time I said hello." I plant my foot in the ground and jump high into the air. Sailing over top the archers, I fall back down to earth and drive my fist into the ground. The ground breaks and explodes from the sheer force. Debris and archers fly in every direction.

Ibrahim takes his and my horse and rides in, he grabs Rangers and dwarves alike, piling as many on to the horse as possible. He doesn't bother keeping an eye on his back side, for every time an undead soldier came his way, they were met with brutal efficiency by my hands. With full load of wounded Ibrahim begins heading toward the allied lines.