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Tsarrack still infused with his bloody rage, the Half-orc wouldn’t abide by allowing the cowards to flee, taking the weighted forge hammer from his belt he’d launch it at one of the fleeing knight’s horse, as the man mounted and in the brief moments it was within a good range. If the hammer struck, the pelvis and left femur of the horse’s left rear leg would be shattered. Ensuring the poor creature couldn’t get a kick off to run and to fall backwards and over. thus risking the rider to get trapped underneath his horse.

He turned quick enough to dodge the Elder knight’s attack, he gripped his blade and death glared the knight of grim in the eye. Raising his blade to charge the man down only to be stopped by the sudden disappearance into a cloud of darkness and the horses slaughtered and turned to ash.

He lowered his blade and turned to the burning screaming knight, his breathing relaxing and the bloodrage leaving his senses, he looks about, heaving in air as his heart rate lowered back into its resting range. He stabbed the blade into the soft earth and pulled the magic arrow from the knight’s wounds and began heavily, and somewhat uncaringly, beat the flames down untill the man lay in burnt robes and scorched armour, he places his boot onto the knight’s breastplate and begins to push down, applying only a small part of his 250Ibs. Weight upon the man’s chest. “who are you bastards?! And why did you seek to kill the stranger!?” he growled the words out bearing jagged fanged teeth and applying more weight.Risking crushing the man’s chest underfoot.