Not entirely surprising, the demon Lord is the first one to draw his weapons, twin blades concealed under his dark robes, long and deceptively beautiful in their intricate design. He crouches low, legs spread wide and eyes glowing like bonfires in the night.
With a roar befitting a lion, he springs into action. No one harms one of his men without paying dearly - with a limb, or better yet, with their last breath. His target is the murderer, and until he is dead, Vayan will spare nothing to claim his vengeance.
His remaining posse coils in serpentine oneness, drawing blades and shields to act as both should they need to; they are there now for one reason, and that reason alone is what keeps them from running.
Family and home before yourself. Your Lord before all.
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Date: 2009-02-08 09:11 am (UTC)With a roar befitting a lion, he springs into action. No one harms one of his men without paying dearly - with a limb, or better yet, with their last breath. His target is the murderer, and until he is dead, Vayan will spare nothing to claim his vengeance.
His remaining posse coils in serpentine oneness, drawing blades and shields to act as both should they need to; they are there now for one reason, and that reason alone is what keeps them from running.
Family and home before yourself. Your Lord before all.