Desterios the Barbarian

He held the sword mightily in his hand. He swung to and fro, desperately slicing and chopping as the sweat poured from his adrenalized body. The human force of life and death so vivid, in a flash taken, with a superior movement to disarm those who were less, not in mind but ability. The droves came on as the winds bellowed and the rain poured down as if heaven disapproved the slaughter and waste, laid out before those about to die and those about to kill.

His movements were swift, ungainly to behold but deadly accurate. He used not much strength but enough. He would roll from one side as a broadsword swept by his body a whisper of death as the blade struck ground, his sword retracts, blasting the broadsword from the man’s hand, back on his feet his sword arcs and cleaves the man’s neck as he passes to the man’s side glancing another blow. His piked hilt splits the Anok’s face and springs back to another man’s chest in the whirlwind of death. Desterios, the barbarian, grabs the Anok’s hair thrashing him to one side as his Arkanian blade chopped into the young muscled ribcage. Traveling up, the blade caught a man’s chin, a screech of pain amongst the clasping roar of steel shattering the day with cries of death, lust, and the myriad of war!

"To the gates of Hanar!" roared the Barbarian. The horde of barbarians crushed forward in metal death bashing the Anok’s whose abilities could not stand before the hardened elite warriors. Desterios kicked a man forward as a blade severed the man’s collar bone, blood mist trailed in the air as Desterios’ blade blasted through the Anok’s broadsword ripping his chest and left shoulder. The Anok ducked as Desterios’ blade traveled back at his head. Desterios’ shield comes up as a short sword is deflected rearing him back while smacking an Anok with his Kamari shield. His face twisted with determination, his eyes blood cold, faceted upon the walls of Hanar, city of ancient kings and the prize of metal.

Desterios in his furious fight could see the archers drawing back upon the great walled city. Desterios kills a man and uses him as a shield in time to guard against the seeking arrows. The arrows flew by in a flash striking men all around as bellows, grunts, and steel clattered the early morning dawn. The arrows missed Desterios and his human shield but Desterios found himself still holding the dead man by the back of his neck while fighting the mob. Horsemen parted the throngs stabbing with their lances, men shivering in death throes upon their tips. Again the archers, this time the arrows found their mark in the dead man’s body clasped in Desterios’ hand, as a horsemen pierced the body through with his lance. The blade but missed Desterios as a broadsword glances from his Arkanian blade cleaving half the skull of the dead man in his grasp. The horsemen wrestles with his lance but for a moment as the dead body is wrenched from Desterios’ grip as the bloody black mane horse turns about receiving an arrow in the beast’s left hip. Blood streamed from Desterios’ face as he parried another blow from the mailed Anok, thrusting him through quickly ready to deflect another blow. The crowd was shifting now, men were huddling closer, meaning horsemen were drawing the men in a tight circle for slaughter. Shouts of ‘break the circle!’ could be heard about. "Break the circle!" Desterios roared while slashing and advancing forward.