Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-24736819-20170730000108

(Cool, I just asked because you threw a third peasant against Drac after what I wrote so I wasn't sure if you had any plans for him.)

The man with the pointy stick threw a quick glance to the other two who had approached Drac and the three of them nodded to eachother. Unfortunately, the young hero had seen Gabryel in action against his opponent and therefore knew exactly what that transmogryphication allowed him to do.

The stick-wielding peasant turned back to Drac only to be surprised by the young man's presence inches away from himself. He attempted to shove the stick into Drac's neck, but his weaponized arm was promptly grabbed by one of Drac's left hands while the other threw a heavy punch to the man's ribs. The first punch knocked the air out of the peasant and broke a couple of ribs, which allowed Drac to pry the stick away from the peasant.

"Urgh. Fuc...", the peasant begun, but was rudely interrupted by another punch on the same spot. Drac grabbed the man with one of his right arms and held him still while the two remaining arms, the ones without the stick, worked the man into a bloody pulp.

"Bastard!", one of the two remaining peasants yelled before launching himself against the young hero. The man brought his scythe down with all the strength he could muster, aiming straight towards Drac's head. Drac pulled the unconscious man he was holding into position of a shield, using both of his right hands to hold him still, which led to a gruesome cut to the man's abdomen.

"No!", the scythe-wielding peasant yelled in shock after realizing he had missed his target. In the state of numbness of the man, Drac took the advantage and pulled the scythe away from his hand after slamming the unconscious peasant into the shocked one, consequentely sending another peasant to the dreamlands.

The third and last peasant widened his eyes, "Bloody shite... Just take it!", he let out while dropping the rake and darting away from the multi-armed warrior.

Drac grabbed the rake with another one of his free hands and smirked. He still had one spot for another weapon and that is when the twelve stragglers came towards him and his companions.

Once again, he taunted one of them with the wave of his free hand.