Snippet #1375117

Raelnor roars in furious anger, fighting for every second of consciousness as blood pours out from his wounded neck. One of the mages shocks a Genlock archer who was about to shoot him and Raelnor makes a mental note to thank the man later, if he lives to do so. He slams into a charging Hurlock, nearly hugging it as he presses his sword clean through it’s chest, feeling the blade scrape across its spinal cord, causing instant death. Darkspawn blood flows freely down his armored hand, some soaking into the glove and causing his skin to burn with intense pain. Don’t get the blood on your skin! He thinks in a haze of exaution.

Ruthlessly cutting done anything that came within reach, the Templar fights against odds quickly going out of his favor. A slash to the throat causes a Genlock to fall to the ground and satisfaction fills him as he watches the creature bleed out on the wet ground. A Hurlock swings a claymore in his direction, Raelnor razing his shield in defense. Due to the weakening from blood loss, the Templar’s shield isn’t a strong enough barrier, and the strike forces it down and hits Raelnor in the shoulder. He hears a thang as the strike contacts the armor and then a popping sound as his shoulder is dislocate from the force of the blow. Crying out in pain, he frantically lashes out with his sword, severing the creatures arm and sending it spiraling to the ground in a bloody mess.

Ser Sav rides in on her hours and kicks a Hurlock square in the chest, sending it sprawling to the ground where she then jumps atop the beast, shoving her blade home for the kill. He is glad to see her and rushes over, impaling a Genlock that was trying to come up from behind her.

“Their numbers are thinning!”

His voice is slurred and messy, but still strong and audible over the clang of metal on metal. Two more Genlock come up from behind the Templar, striking out with swords of twisted steel. Raelnor pivots on his heels, striking the blades away in one smooth motion that was a combination of skill and luck. The two Darkspawn go to renew their attack, but Raelnor is faster and cuts off the sword-hand on one and shoves his sword through the eye socket of the other. The one now handless falls to the ground in pain where Raelnor impales it. There are very few Darkspawn left now, and Raelnor believes he might survive this encounter, though barely. Gazing around he notices a great large Hurlock wearing a horned helmet and wielding one of the largest battle-axes he’d ever seen. It was shouting in some strange language at the other Hurlocks, as though he were commanding it. The Templar looked towards Ser Sev and pointed at the beast.

“It must be their leader! I’ll cover you while you make the killing blow!”

With that said, he charges off, intercepting three Hurlock and opening up a pathway for Severia to charge the Hurlock General and hopefully end the battle.