Snippet #1789946

"Voices in my head. I didn't sign up for that." Torga thought.

The phrase, "weapon free," rang in his mind. He gritted his teeth and moved his hand away from either of his weapons. As easy as it would be to cut down a hallway full of unarmed hostiles, he would not risk doing anything to upset the order of things. First and foremost, he needed to make sure his people had a place to stay- at least for the time being.

At Beelze's command, Torga took off down the hall in a rapid sprint. He grunted, letting his mind wander. "I can't use weapons, and she gets to decapitate people?" Torga grinned at where his wandering mind had led him. As he closed with the prisoners, he kicked one of the severed heads into the mob. One of them ducked with a squeel, letting it fly over his own head and into the face of another prisoner. Torga met the prisoner who ducked with a wicked punch, his massive bulk providing him the power to produce an audible crack from the poor man's skull. A swift left hook connected with another prisoner, though this one, an orc, seemed to fare better against the strike.

Torga began to withdraw from the crowd of prisoners that began to build from the hallway, barely dodging a retributive strike from the orc he had just hit. He was feeling a bit stifled as convicts piled up, and let loose a mighty stomp. Loose pieces of broken stone infrastructure began to fly through the air, one striking the burly orc prisoner in the head and taking him down for the count. Another few smaller pieces of stone struck nearby prisoners, though none of them seemed to cause any serious injury.

"I could use a little help here!" Torga grunted back towards his allies. He wasn't sure if his terramancy was breaking the rules of engagement, but the hallway wasn't particularly bright, and Beelzes didn't seem like the type to tattle if he broke the rules a bit. She did, after all, behead four of them not but a moment ago. The prisoners began to make swings at Torga; His leather and fur armor absorbed a lot of the damage, but the concussive nature of the strikes left more protection to be desired. He scoffed at the pitiful attacks, and growled into the crowd of prisoners.

"IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?!"