Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-5824038-20160404151610

The Poetic Dragon wrote: Jericho ran to the outer wall and used it to boost off as he launched at one of the Lackeys. He sliced his anticoagulative blades deep into his back (The Prince of Persia would be proud)

Glorfindel slowly exhaled. He lifted his halberd up, so the rear hand was higher up, and reversed both grips. In this stance, it was easy to make a series of quick and devastating thrusts that would, hopefully, impale the lackey right through his sternum. And if failing that, it would make Aelwin's job a lot easier.

He was having to try very hard not to just howl in a berserk rage and charge at the lot of them. He knew, of course, how suicidal that would be, but after so many deaths his ability to think rationally in such tense situations had been damaged.

''Discipline, Glorfindel! Remember to always keep discipline! Just imagine that they are all standing there behind you, stepping forward, cutting and slashing and chopping in unison.''