Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-24736819-20160521001857

Seeing that they were mainly playing defense, the Red Company suffered nearly no losses from the Adamantine Order's cavalry. Unfortunately, not the same could be said about Storig's men, who were blindly following their 'new leader'.

It didn't took much time for Gawain to realize what was happening, though, so he immediately ordered his men to regroup inside the woods.

Suddenly, Doraleous felt a heavy hand hitting his face and snapped out of his shock-state.

"Motherfu...", he stopped himself once he saw who was the one that hit him, Tormund.

"Careful, brother, our mother wouldn’t like to hear such insults...as much as she wouldn’t like to see one of her children cowering before a battle just because of his beliefs.", the King of Farrun yelled. He was a force to be reckoned in the battlefield, a rare vision amongst warriors of his size since he was just as fast as he was strong.

Wielding Giantcleaver made him look like an overgrown man chopping children and it would be comical if it wasn't so bloody. Despite the AO's high quality armor, none were able to withstand Tor's mighty strikes and, consequently, less and less warriors decided to try their luck against the King of Giants.

"C'mon, Doraleous, you bloody imbecile! Your men need you! Get yourself together, you were a Toreau before...be one again!", Tormund's powerful voice could easily be heard over the shouts of death and metallic sounds of weaponry.

It was at that precise moment that Tormund saw The spark coming back into his younger brother's eyes. They smiled at eachother before turning towards the incoming enemies.

"Been a long time since we fought side by side, brother. Let's make our ancestors proud!", Doraleous shouted.