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Charoum

Charoum parried an incoming sword with the blade of his own, sent away from the wielder as he stepped in delivering an accurate stab between two ribs of his opponent, splitting blue-purple skin and allowing blood to first erupt from the wound then give in droplets about the blade as it slid easily from the wound. He appeared as one of his mortals ofcourse, just another ashen warrior upon the battlefield, he gave a tap upon the ground sinking low as more of the warriors approached, letting loose their war cries just moments before he gave them death. They had fought well, a great army of the beings had marched to meet them in a wonderful show of force, demonstrating tactics and skill unlike any organism they'd yet to combat. They stirred with fear however upon the Hydra's efforts, as any army would. The massive beasts fell into their ranks, they struggled to reform but it was in vain as the Aerumnan took their slightest hesitation..

He walked slowly about the field, a stab wound in his lower torso seeping crimson, he gave a cough and the same liquid magnificence erupted from his throat, staining pale lips and sticking in a light film to the white of his teeth as he grinned victoriously. Every movement was an explosion of pain that made him certain of every kill he'd achieved. Thousands had died, but from here the Aerumnan would march on to conquer the whole of the area, bodies were strewn about the flat ground beneath their feet, the battle was all but over, most of the Aerumnan had fallen back to camp and tend to their planning and wounds, some stayed behind to lay to rest the enemy wounded.

Charoum slid to a crouch beside one of their men clutching an opened stomach, blood stuck true to the bits of armor and clothing there, but the putrid smell of infection was already audible, he gave a small shushing noise as the enemy looked up at him, with dark eyes filled with dismay. He wondered what kind of creatures these were, oddly they seemed almost alike his own, but the desire was different, odd. There was a small cry through broken lips before he fell completely silent, his heart pierced, a sickening sound as the blade was pulled free without a care as Charoum stood and moved on.

Later they were visited..

About the camp fire the men stirred in their eating, stopped the sharpening of their blades or the cleaning of their armor. They stood alert and the Hydras gave blood-curdling shrieks, before the general's tent landed several large winged creatures. Booming voices demanded them, spoke of punishment and of crimes. Charoum had swiftly moved to the head of the crowd, narrowing his eyes. The beings offended him gravely, he felt hurt rising within him, pulling his sword from it's sheathe he bounded forth. It stammered as he went to slash it speedily across the throat, ducking and going to deliver a blow with a large hammer, nimbly stepping into the blow with his previous momentum, he went for a stab at the underarm and with the lack of time given for reaction, the speedy monstrosity that had before held beauty wailed, almost a noble sob as the rest of the Aerumnan gave cries of war. The force were quickly outnumbered, even with their magic they managed only to fell a few of the ashen warriors before succumbing, being felled and burned with a rage that was only beat out by Charoum for their accusations. He slipped away immediately, determined to kill the one responsible for opposing him.