Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-25808351-20160718180310

I know I'm too late, whatever I tried to stop has happened regardless. Angry at my failure, I let out a load roar and leap from the stairs down to the ground.

"The least I can do, is see these Centaurs safe." I sprint into the fight cutting down several undead in my way. The Centaur officer cracks a smile at the site of my aiding their fight. "Listen! I'll hold them back! You take everyone you can and leave! Get to the capital and tell them to fortify the city with everything they have! I'll stay here and deal with the one behind this!" I turn my attention to the undead troops and block them from the Centaurs.

The Centaur officer reluctantly calls for her troop to fall back. They cut down undead and grab wounded Harpys as they pull out. Leaving me to face the battle alone. I cut down the undead with wide swings, cutting some in half and scattering others like dust on the wind. The last undead troop before me is on his knees, holding his entrails in his hands. He looks up at me, his eyes hazy and voice weak. "You will die here, HE will see to that." The soldier looks down, knowing what my response will be.

With surgeon like precision, I remove the soldier's head from his shoulders. The time has come to face HIM.