Just as The haze of battle, quick as ever, brutally descended onto the bloody blades of grass and splintered wooden planks of the dock, it too wormed its way into Ohmen’s mind and burning veins.
Above as arrows slice first through the sky, and then into flesh and armour Ohmen clasps onto his staff, hand’s red from the pressure as he holds it. Pushing through the throbbing pain, and weight of an arrow in his side, he angles it upwards, toward the sky, toward space and all above.
Taking a deep breath, feeling the air shove into his lungs, feeling another wave of pain and burning from the arrow, Ohmen fixes his gaze upon the trio of goblin archers as they let loose another hail of arrows upon Drew. Whilst Izema tusstles with the half-dragon behind, he begins to speak, begins to chant, begins to cast. Pointing the condemning skull atop his staff toward a singular goblin with a fluid, yet aggressive action.
“mih hafr hizryv kfrl kruqmzyr zmil zmy wzirw ikajy. Byzrihid uw ul hafr idduyw yhyw! wiuz la dalqyr, okyh zmy frqy za wzrucy zmyp vasl kyoary uzw zaa dizy! kudd zmyp.” - “May your Hatred burn brighter than the stars above. Betrayal is in your allies eyes! Wait no longer, Obey the urge to strike them down before its too late! Kill them.”
Hammering down his staff as the last twisted words echo out, Ohmens face fills with further intensity as he snaps away from the goblins, their barrages of fire being thoroughly interrupted.
Meanwhile, Wisdom’s stare watches as one goblin charges the other, foaming at the mouth as it attacks, a fire burning in the birds eyes to match the pain as it whispers. "More blood soaks the soil, Feeding the evil therein."
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Haste still in his bones, Ohmen darts from an incoming orc, closing the distance between him and the Scro. More specifically, him and the hobgoblin alongside it.
With silence, yet a gaze that yelled more than a voice ever could, the Crystal embedded within his staff lights up. A harsh vibration travelling down the staff’s shaft an electric bolt claws its way forth. the energy released from its crystalline cage and into the air where it snakes out unhindered. Making contact with a hobgoblins body, the air suddenly lights as the energy is channelled toward it in a fraction of a second, no doubt singeing its internal organs and skin alike.
Seconds later, After yet another one of Drakk’s pits tears open swallowing a hobgoblin, Izema shouts. His voice booming out, the group’s priorities instantly change. Attention snapped away from the stragglers of the previous force. An army was closing in, and fast.
As Izema’s words still echoed, the group scrambled to loot the fallen before making a dash toward the ship’s. It was either find themselves outnumbered over ten to one.
