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A savage, two handed sword stroke sent the first of the onrushing Cultists sprawling back in a shower of gore to lay twitching and convulsing on the cavern floor as the Demon Worshippers blade skittered away across the stone.

Turning, Br'nard Even'star dashed aside the blade of a second foe and opened the man's throat before spinning again and bringing the Broadsword straight down on the top of a third Cultists cowled head, the blade bit clean through flesh and bone as if they were nothing, almost cleaving the Worshipper clean in two with a vivid spray of crimson.

This brutal display caused the other attackers to hesitate for a moment, but Br'nard held no such qualms, forging forward, The Barbarian went on the attack, brutally felling anyone standing before him with savage, two handed strokes of his blade as the Cultists began to find out just how poor a weapon and defense daggers and robes are against a honed steel Broadsword..!

Soon the floor of the cavern was slick with bloody and strewn with corpses as the Head Cultist continued to screech taunts at the Barbarian from his vantage point atop the alter...

"Your a relic, Even'star! Surrender and your death shall be swift, defy the Master and he will keep your soul as a plaything for all eternity! The Demon Lord will be not be denied his tribute, already he has claimed the souls of your entire people and yo..!!"

The Head Cultists voice faltered for the first time as Br'nard ripped his blade from the body of his final foe and turned, covered in gore and streaked with sweat, to face the alter...

Eyes like twin chips of burning ice fixed themselves upon the Cult Leader as Br'nard pulled back his lips in a snarl, revealing shockingly long, sharp canines...

The Cultist began to back away hurriedly as The Barbarian strode forward, throwing up a hand, the Worshipper began to chant a hurried incantation, his fingers sprawled and pointing at Br'nard...

The blade flashed.
A hideous shriek rang through the cavern as the Cult Leaders severed hand slapped wetly off the stone floor, the man wrenched back his outstretched arm, hugging the now bloodied stump of his wrist tight to his chest as he collapsed to his knees, sobbing as blood stained his robes.

His face devoid of mercy, Br'nard stepped forward and kicked the kneeling Cultists flat on his back, before placing a boot on the stricken Worshippers throat and pressing down hard.

"I ain't dead yet,"
Br'nard told the feebly struggling, choking man pinned under his boot.
"An' I ain't about tae die if it means leavin' the world tae the likes of ye an' yer Demon Masters."

The Cultists eyes began to roll back in his head and his desperate struggles became more frantic as The Barbarian pressed his whole weight down on the man's throat...

"Go back tae yer Master now, an' tell him Br'nard Even'star is coming tae settle an old debt."

Br'nard pressed down harder as, with a final gargle and rattle in his throat, the Cultist gave a shudder and lay still.

Removing his boot, The Barbarian shouldered his Broadsword and turning, stepping over the corpse, continued on through the large, dark tunnel located behind the alter, leaving the cavern a scene of bloody devastation in his wake...