Power Called

Majvoc watched the scene play out in utter disbelief. He released several well aimed arrows into the melee before coming to the conclusion that the odds were not to his liking. The Sisters of Old were fighting like Hellcats despite the sudden appearance of the undead, while the well ordered soldiers of the legion were recovering from their initial surprise and drawing ranks. Majvoc shouldered his bow and slipped away into the mist and snow.

"Where's he going?" Tiella screamed as she watched the thief make his exit.

"Leave him." Balar called out, "Just stick with Luna and watch her back, she is still weak."

Balar surged forward into several of the Sisters, meeting their wild rage with his own. Axe met flesh and gouts of blood coloured the snow.

Jorrick fought like a thing possessed, he and the Legion Captain moved throuh the melee with a pois and grace that was a thing to behold. First blood was given to the Captain as he sliced into Jorriks thigh and then second to Jorrik as he took the lobe from Falons ear with a blow that should have took the man's head.

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Sigrid screamed in pain as an ice spike tore into her side and then she was raising her spear to block the strike of an axe. Did all of these bastards have magic tricks up thier sleeves? Well she had a few tricks of her own.

Grasping a pendant that was hanging loose around her neck she released a silent prayer, calling upon the shade of her dead God. The ground shook beneath her feet in answer and the clouds above began to boil. The roll of thunder became defending and then with a flash the lightning began to fall amongst them, sending friend and foe alike flying from their feet.

She raised her staff to meet one of the bright bolts and it infused her weapon and body. She screamed in pain and delight as the power of the All Father filled her flesh.