Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150602194428/@comment-5543592-20150605001457

Dacian jumped from cover, eying the downed Tyrant. He began stampeding towards him. Blood rushed in Dacian's ears, and his vision darkened, focusing on the collapsed Thormodr.

He poised the sword high in the air and, as he reached Isaiah, he struck down, cleaving straight through the Redguard's neck.

As Dacian slew the Tyrant he wished he could say he was doing it as an act of service to the world. Or that it was revenge for all the deaths the Tyrant was responsible for, or maybe just Nissas. He could say it was vengence for all the suffering Tyrant had caused in general, or that he was even doing it just to protect Kay and Jessica. Dacian couldn't even say he was doing it out of hate.

Such was not the case. Maybe, later, he would reflect and think, "That's why I did it," but as of now, his mind was elsewhere. Dacian killed the Tyrant because he was afraid. This thing- it could no longer be called a man- had the power to destroy all that was dear to him, and even kill Dacian himself. Dacian feared for his life. He purpose wasn ot noble. He simply wanted the Tyrant gone.

Thus, when the blade cut through bone, spinal cords, and vertebrae, send the Redguard's head rolling along the ground in a burst of blood, Dacian had no catchy phrases or quips. He did not spit in disgust. He simply took a moment to stare, before dropping his sword and stepping back.