Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161103102851/@comment-24366541-20161112151342

Reus was shoved hard from behind and saved from the almost certain impalement cast by Mother Bal, as he had been engaged.

The sprawled Witcher then saw who'd saved him from Bal, the younger sister of the Dark elf that had offered his sword to fight. The girl looked barely old enought to have reached her Midsummer’s celebrations, yet there she stood pained smile on her mouth and an ice shard the size of a man's arm through her adolescent chest.

"You bloodsucking, demon-fucking, child killing Daedra spawn! You die N'wah!" The Dark elf roared from Bal's right hand side, before throwing the blade from the freshly killed vampire that laid before at Bal.

"Retreat!!! We are fucking LEAVING!!" Reus yelled as another defender was killed, but he planned on saving the Elf, as he'd done the same for him.

Reus advanced through the carnage, sidestepping swings and hamstringing preoccupied combatants where he could just as Bal noticed the Dark Elf.

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The remaining thralls and bloodbags started to pour from the inner gates, bringing with them  the Nighthunters that persued them.

The escapees were mostly women and children with the odd elder man, some infected with Vampirism, some just weak and among them some off the vanguard that had turned tail and run as Bal unleashed her Ice magics.