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Azure gripped the hilt of sword tighter still, the catalyst for a metamorphoses in the blade's design. The blade transformed into a long, slender curved the made the other blade seem bulky, if not unwieldly. The blade would spell death and dismemberment as it resonated in sync with his soul--or what was left of it. Azure took several steps forwards, towards the fighting and the violence. His visor illuminating with twin cerulean orbs glowing. As his speed began to increase, the blade began to hum as it cut the air in twain leaving behind it, a trace of where it had been. Azure brought the blade to bear on an elf, cutting him from hip to shoulder as the simple creature made attempt on his life.

The elf fell to its knees, fall into halves as Azure maintained his fast paced movements. Two more attempted to seize him where one could not. Both delivered downward strokes of their swords. Azure, in a blur of motion, had caught the wrist of the initiator and brought the elves sword down against its kin before impaling the creature had subjugated. Twisting the blade without an empathy, he tore it wards splitting the elf in half. Gore and splintering bone erupted in a cacophony as the blade cleaved through the living tissue. It had become all to easy for him.

The wraith moved forwards unflinching as several more elves left their human foes to attack him. One by one, they were carved apart. Sundered flesh from bone until only their carcasses lie upon the ground. The sheer violence Azure exhibited began to disturb and dismay the elven forces, he was like a demon. A creature more vile than the elves thought of the humans themselves. Even the the humans began to wonder if they should begin to attack him. In a whirlwind of flashing metal, several more elves fell to his blade. His sword emanated with a strong odor of blood and death. Azure's very being began to ripple, writhing as the shadows from the synergistic necromancy anchoring his soul to this plane of existence began to frighteningly reach outwards.

Hunched over, in the middle of the street, he stood. The elves easing back slowly, like trying to back away from a wild animal. Fear drenched their eyes. They had seen twenty or more of their men butchered like swine by this 'man'. His weapon having changed several times with his fluid movements. Now his sword looked like a segmented whip in the fashion of a sword. The long tendril coiled like a snake about his legs and feet. The bloodbath he had created, evidenced by all. Blood and muscle lying in bits and pieces around him, while fingers, toes, arms and legs...they lie everywhere else. There was something definitely unnatural about him. Even to those not of magic induced nature, could feel the carnage deep in his soul. He was a spirit driven by revenge, but for what remained a mystery to them even he hardly remembered.

The elves continued to back away from the killing frenzy. The fighting having stopped with the sound of a loud 'crack'. It was when his sword had taken on the form of a whip-like creation with bladed segments, cleaved through several elves did they start to take notice. The apparition stood there, dauntingly to the elves, giving them no choice but to back down. Azure's sword took its broadsword appearance, his hand twirled the sword before sheathing it along his back. Many of the humans took notice of the swords properties, and fell in line with the idea of it belonging to an old legendary soldier...