Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160403202136/@comment-5543592-20160405200728

Crimson watched as the last demon was cut down. The Keshik had backed up the charging demons against the manor and slaughtered them with ruthless efficency. It had been a massacre, with chunks of meat flying that had been severed from the demons by swords, and demons suddenly writhing and dropping from their line as they were filled with a quiver's worth of arrows.

The whole group of the remaining sixty or so Keshik, including those who had sat out of the first push deeper into the estates grounds, seemed to exhale, pausing as the fight finished.

"Alright, boys," Crimson said, clapping. "We got ourselves a fine place now.  It's a fine looking house, water damage aside.  Let's be sure not to lose it.  All of you hold here except you ten-" Crimson singled them out with a sweep of his finger, "you're with me.  We're going to see what those hooligans over at the camp did."

He waved his hand, and they broke ranks to drop into a jog behind him, setting a quick pace for the camp.

"So typical of them to go and make a mess of things when I'm gone.  Just another burden for these good looking shoulders of mine, am I right?"

"'Course, chief." The Keshik next to him agreed.