Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150105230328/@comment-5583506-20150113221457

Varg couldn't withdraw from the battle. He had entered a bloodrage as he feared that he would. Multiple Brawlers were closing in on in and he kept cutting them down like he was farmer with a scythe harvesting the crops.

He soon found himself surrounded by a countless number of them. He had suffered a few cuts and bruises on several places, but he remained steadfast and conscious. He shoved his sword down one Brawler's throat only to get a deep cut into the arm by another one from the side. He grunted and staggered back, covering his wound.

The Brawlers snarled at him as they knew that they had trapped him amidst themselves. He bit together hard and felt the vein in his forehead twitching out of contained rage.

He then shrugged. "There sure are alot of you ugly fuckers, but no matter how many of you there are... it still won't be enough to bring me down!"

In a fit of rage he grabbed the closest Brawler and slammed his head violently against its forehead several times until it collapsed to the ground. As he then continued to grab its sword three Brawlers swung maces at him. Two missed, one hit Varg over the breast, breaking several ribs.

Varg spat blood and shouted something about "freaks" and "fucking monsters" before he responded to the mace carrier by sticking the sword through its left eye.

"You... you can't... can't kill... me", panted Varg and started to stumble around as if he was drunk. "Fuckers like you... aren't... worthy... to kill me..."

Another Brawler replied to his choice of words by sticking its sword into his side. Varg barely gave away as much as a sound, instead he mumbled something as blood came pouring down his chin.

He then dragged the sword out of him and clumsily riposted another incoming attack attack and chopped the head off two Brawlers, including the one that had stabbed him. He groaned and put his hands to the wound. He was bleeding, rather badly...

A Brawler with a giant cleaver emerged amidst its brethren and brought its massive weapon down upon the Nord. Varg barely had the time to dodge as he was still dazed from all the damage and the loss of blood. With its weapon stuck in the ground, the Brawler snarled angrily and instead grabbed Varg by the collar, bringing him close up to its hideous and deformed face.

Varg tried to reach for a nearby weapon, but was utterly confused when all of a sudden the Brawler slammed its hardened fist into his, dislocating his jaw. Varg dragged himself closer to the Brawler and spat some of his own blood in its face.

"Thaw's wight", blubbered Varg when the Brawler growled in irritation. "Yew sthinkhing fockin' piece of shith."

When the Brawler made itself ready to finally release its cleaver from the ground, Varg saw his chance and grabbed the Brawler's head in the same deadlock he had made before. As the monster wailed in pain, Varg penetrated the Voidspawn's sockets with his thumbs and buried them as deep in as he could to make sure to reach its brain. It stopped its struggle after awhile and fell backwards with Varg still on top.

He crawled off the body and made his way to the cleaver, only to realise that he was completely encircled by the horde of Brawlers. He slowly stood up with a sigh as they approached him.

"Can newew catfh a bweak, can I?" he muttered and then he heard a strange sound.

It took him a while to realise that the sound was coming from himself. He was laughing. Laughing as he was seemingly swept away by an endless tide of Voidspawn and disappearead out of sight.