Snippet #1493340

Duran was a little surprised to find a small civilization of people living so close to the dragons. "Civil" might not have been the right word, in retrospect, but nevertheless, he was ready for the assault. A Darkguard, it seemed, backed him up. He was a little surprised by this, considering the previous night he made the mistake of calling it a moving statue to the brothers that seemed to be controlling all but the ones that personally guarded them.

As the rest of the legion tapped their armor, Duran did not hesitate to do the same. He rushed at a speed he didn't think was possible on two legs, as he readied his longspear for a fight that it would probably not last in. His own Darkguard seemed to be able to keep up with him, matching Duran's enchanted speed with long strides of his own. As he made his way to the top of the wall through the help of his enchanted armor, he was met with a rather startled Deep Human cultist who didn't have a weapon drawn yet. It seemed to be a poor decision for the poor man, but he wouldn't live long enough to have anything going through his head (besides a finely crafted spear, of course.) An upward thrust of the spear proved to be an exceptional point of attack as it made its way through the Deep Human's jaw and up into his brain. Duran yanked his weapon out, and shook it free of the pink, spongy gore that lightly decorated it. A second cultist, this one more prepared than the last, rushed Duran with heavy broadsword. Duran took the distance between him and his assailant as an advantage, and chucked his spear. It pierced the man's stomach, and he was taken aback by the injury. With the time gained by the man's shock, Duran rushed him, drawing his scimitar, and planting it in his neck. The guard fell to the ground, his eyes opened wide in horror and holding his stomach where the spear had hit him.

It seemed as though these guards were not well trained, although it was difficult to tell. Once the element of surprise had worn off, it would be time to see just exactly how formidable these foes truly were. A sudden thought occurred to him. Goma hadn't come up to the wall, no doubt due to the lack of magic that had given the rest of the legion the ability to jump so high. It was no matter. She would know best to stay away from the fighting, at least until they were reunited.

It seemd as though Goma always found her way back to Duran in one way or another.

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Sarish felt a cold pat on his backside, supplied by Iriana's scimitar. He rubbed his freshly blackened eye, and could only think one thing.

"May the Dead Gods have mercy on those poor guards."

As he slithered to keep up with her, he drew his maul from his back, a tremendous spiked ball at the end of what was easily a four foot long shaft of wood. He very much enjoyed the sickening crack it made when connecting with a skull. His armor now activated, he quickly passed Iriana, and blew her a kiss.

"You'd better hurry, dear. I know I owe you some work after last night, but I can't do everything now, can I?" He clearly heard Iriana scoff and mutter something about how Sarish would never have to work a day in his life again if she got one more night in a tent with him again. He smiled, tapping his armor once more and somehow managing a leap that was particularly uncharacteristic of a man with the body of half a snake. As he landed on the wall, he realized that he was some decent distance away from the rest of the group. He had landed between two guards, both of them ready with swords in hand.

"Crap."

They rushed at the same time, one at his front and the other front behind. Sarish swung his mighty mace at the guard in front of him. It seemed he had just barely missed the kill shot, as he felt the man's nose crack. The spikes slashed across his face and caused considerable damage and sending him reeling backwards, but it seemed as though he was still alive by some miracle. Suddenly, the guard from behind made his way towards Sarish's tail. A swift flick sent the poor guard down the wrong side of the wall, and a loud thud ended the man's screaming. The first guard gritted his teeth and charged once again, but it seemed as though he had not learned from his previous mistake. Sarish's maul came around once more, connecting heavily with the man's already battered skull. A satisfying crunch rang out, as Sarish batted him off the wall as had done with his comrade, although this fall was not accompanied by any screaming. Sarish slowly backed up towards the rest of the squad that had landed, making his way towards the druid of the party, and simply took a stance in front of him, as an alarm sounded in the distance.