Crona'Tas
The Ivory Tower
[SIZE=11pt]Heresy…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]There were heretics everywhere. Blood and gut littered the floor and all Crona could feel was rage and satisfaction. He was knocked back by a Shard that had crashed into a dining table. The mothers that had been so close to Tathra ,previously, were now running in histeria and confusion, clutching there children to their chests, eager to escape with their lives.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crona arose from the rubble that covered him and looked around, chaos, destruction, and death. He drew his sword, “come now, Fickle Flesh. Let us reap once more.” with that Crona dashed into the fray, with an unrivaled hunger for death. He leaped to one of the brutes, raised his long sword, and sliced his juggler, a wound that would kill a normal brute, but this was no normal brute, this one belonged to an exiled commander that Crona had known all too well. He jumped atop of the brute and grabbed him by the lower jaw, claws sinking deep into the flesh. Practically riding the Heretic at this point, Crona raised his head to the sky.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Silence surrounded Crona, vivid. cold. Silence. Crona waited, anticipation filled his mind and lungs to the point that he couldn’t breath. And then suddenly a screech echoed through the air. There they were, a hundred Draeyde, if not more, flew through the sky on scorched wings.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Ten dive bombed toward Crona, going only slightly below him, burying themselves in the brute’s chest. Blood squirted from his chest as he struggled to hold his balance. Crona raised his sword once more and with one swift slice, he decapitated the brute.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crona then proceeded to jump into the battled once more, slashing and thrusting with grace and savagery that was not common in an elder. He sent his Draeyde into the battle to distract and draw the attention of the bolts that flew over his head.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]As Crona came to the face of another brute. He swung, the brute dodged, he swung again. The brute dodged again. Crona raised his sword for an overhead strike but grabbed him by the throat, crona choked out a few words, “mongoloidis tongue chewer.” Crona plunged his hand into the brute’s mandibles, tearing and ripping the Heretic’s throat, with the distraction of pain, Crona was released to the floor. Crona arose and stepped back, raising his sword to a thrusting position, and then plunged it into the brute’s stomach.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crona released his blade from his stomach as he collapsed to the floor.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crona turned and sprinted off to find his next victim.[/SIZE]
[member="Ankshar Kha"] [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] @Tathra Khaeus [member="Grosck Bah'azet"] [member="Ehud"] [member="Krael Vizkla"] [member="Kyrim Tenebris"]
[SIZE=11pt]There were heretics everywhere. Blood and gut littered the floor and all Crona could feel was rage and satisfaction. He was knocked back by a Shard that had crashed into a dining table. The mothers that had been so close to Tathra ,previously, were now running in histeria and confusion, clutching there children to their chests, eager to escape with their lives.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crona arose from the rubble that covered him and looked around, chaos, destruction, and death. He drew his sword, “come now, Fickle Flesh. Let us reap once more.” with that Crona dashed into the fray, with an unrivaled hunger for death. He leaped to one of the brutes, raised his long sword, and sliced his juggler, a wound that would kill a normal brute, but this was no normal brute, this one belonged to an exiled commander that Crona had known all too well. He jumped atop of the brute and grabbed him by the lower jaw, claws sinking deep into the flesh. Practically riding the Heretic at this point, Crona raised his head to the sky.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Silence surrounded Crona, vivid. cold. Silence. Crona waited, anticipation filled his mind and lungs to the point that he couldn’t breath. And then suddenly a screech echoed through the air. There they were, a hundred Draeyde, if not more, flew through the sky on scorched wings.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Ten dive bombed toward Crona, going only slightly below him, burying themselves in the brute’s chest. Blood squirted from his chest as he struggled to hold his balance. Crona raised his sword once more and with one swift slice, he decapitated the brute.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crona then proceeded to jump into the battled once more, slashing and thrusting with grace and savagery that was not common in an elder. He sent his Draeyde into the battle to distract and draw the attention of the bolts that flew over his head.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]As Crona came to the face of another brute. He swung, the brute dodged, he swung again. The brute dodged again. Crona raised his sword for an overhead strike but grabbed him by the throat, crona choked out a few words, “mongoloidis tongue chewer.” Crona plunged his hand into the brute’s mandibles, tearing and ripping the Heretic’s throat, with the distraction of pain, Crona was released to the floor. Crona arose and stepped back, raising his sword to a thrusting position, and then plunged it into the brute’s stomach.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crona released his blade from his stomach as he collapsed to the floor.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Crona turned and sprinted off to find his next victim.[/SIZE]
[member="Ankshar Kha"] [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] @Tathra Khaeus [member="Grosck Bah'azet"] [member="Ehud"] [member="Krael Vizkla"] [member="Kyrim Tenebris"]