12-11-2010, 07:20 AM
Steel rung as it collided with Saronite, sparks ever-so-briefly letting loose light in a snowstorm. With an entire platoon dead, Malth eagerly fought against those who aimed to kill him - Some of the Scarlet Onslaught had survived within Northrend, small camps of them remaining hidden for a long time. However, their minds were twisted and warped even further by the promise of vanquishing the dark.
Malth peered at a shadowy figure, standing behind his armoured company. Light seemingly glared off of him in pulses, causing his figure to momentarily become unnoticeable in the thick sleet. Malth continued fighting the melee attackers, warding them off alongside his last remaining soldier, Brainravager. The Ghoul which Malth had found and risen many months beforehand had grown accustomed to fighting alongside Malth. Weaving between Malth's parries and blows, his claws stabbed and slashed at the alarmed Scarlets.
"How long can you keep this up, Death Knight!?" yelled the pulsating figure. He had moved closer seemingly, his outline now clear to Malth. He wielded a Battlehammer and heavy plate armour.
"As long as you still breathe, zealot!" retorted Malth, as he struck his sword through the chest of the last standing soldier. The rest were either incapacitated, dead, or on the floor being mauled by Brainravager. Malth peered at the corpses, then back the the figure. Well, he would if it were still there.
Brief confusion followed Malth's head swiping around, looking for the Scarlet. He found no sign of him.
"Damned Scarlets... Come, Brainravager. We need to find a certain someone."
((I'm back, babies!))
Malth peered at a shadowy figure, standing behind his armoured company. Light seemingly glared off of him in pulses, causing his figure to momentarily become unnoticeable in the thick sleet. Malth continued fighting the melee attackers, warding them off alongside his last remaining soldier, Brainravager. The Ghoul which Malth had found and risen many months beforehand had grown accustomed to fighting alongside Malth. Weaving between Malth's parries and blows, his claws stabbed and slashed at the alarmed Scarlets.
"How long can you keep this up, Death Knight!?" yelled the pulsating figure. He had moved closer seemingly, his outline now clear to Malth. He wielded a Battlehammer and heavy plate armour.
"As long as you still breathe, zealot!" retorted Malth, as he struck his sword through the chest of the last standing soldier. The rest were either incapacitated, dead, or on the floor being mauled by Brainravager. Malth peered at the corpses, then back the the figure. Well, he would if it were still there.
Brief confusion followed Malth's head swiping around, looking for the Scarlet. He found no sign of him.
"Damned Scarlets... Come, Brainravager. We need to find a certain someone."
((I'm back, babies!))
Jeneal jumps into the water. "HAHAHAHAHA!" She turns into a seal.
