Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171204071002/@comment-33787399-20180104192709

Hannund, upon seeing the bandits attempt to break through his allies'defenses, unleashes a wicked chain of crackling energy towards the raiders, attempting to incapacitate a fair few before moving in to kill.

Upon finishing the casting of the spell, he headed for the closest bandits in the area, intent on cutting them down as easily as he neutralized their fellow raiders. Some would say he looked downright menacing - a staunch figure clad in heavy, lumbering armor wielding lightning from his finger tips and handling a blade with such nimbleness and elegance. He had little mercy to spare, as if he was not only burying his blade in his enemies for the sole purpose of defending the village. He was enjoyong this, or at the very least not even fazed. Hr knew bandits. Raiders. Highwaymen and thugs, better than he knew any of his current allies. It gave him an edge in experience and knowledge.

His helmet was soon coated in a layer that was similar to the crimson plume that adorned his helmet. He urged the guards to join him in his own advance with a gesture of his crimson-coated black blade aimed at the raiders. A small-scale example of heroism or willingness to a noble cause, for he still had his original purpose in mind; gaining the people's trust, impressing them end aiding them. It would be sufficient to showcase his good intentions to the Alcaire family.