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Blaidd Glyndwr

Blaidd tore through the lone Cyclops before him, an unleased being of force as he claws tore into the putrid, rotten flesh. Pain coursed through his body, his skin burnt and bubbling as he came into contact with the Cylops. Jumping back to avoid any futher interaction, Blaidd cursed, his skin bright red, sore and blisted. Black flames seemed to pore from the wounds opened from his claw. The throbing pain was nothing new, like an old friend from the many battles he had experienced. A new collection to the scars upon his body. Blaidd continued to wear the sardonic smile upon his face, the thrill of the battle stilll overcome him, his blood redhot and pumping furiously within. The beat of his heart filled his ears.

He had got its attention now, the lumbering bulk of raw muscle turning, its body moving as if unused to carrying its weight. It charged with a moaning rore, spittle flying from its mouth as its pale white eye focussed solely on Blaidd. It swung towards him, a heavy fist the size of a small boulder crashing towards him. The sound drew the attention of others, two more large forms crashed from around the corner, tattered clothes giving away their past lives. They charged him in unison. Blaidd dodged the first blow, the heavy had whistling past his ear. The next nearly split his head as he ducked to avoid. He was not quick enough though as the final blow struck his ribs, his body moaned in pain at the sheer force of the blow. His skin blistered and bubbled as black flames scourched his body. He was surrounded. Nothing he couldn't handle though, these Cyclops still held the power of the once living bodies but they were slow and cumbersome. Blaidd planted a foot behind him, pushing the loose earth back as he steadied himself ready to lunge forward towards his oppressors.

Then the town exploded in a blaze of blame flames and falling debris. Bits of wood and thatch rained down from above as smoke filled the air. A large shadow rose from the centre of the town, as its body parted through the smoke revealing the ice white horrid flesh as the large pale eye that looked down upon them all. Fear struck him, shaking him to his core as he beheld the site of the large ominous creature. Blaid swore as they found themsleves face to face already with one of them. Blaidd searched for his allies, the panic beginning to overwhelm him, before he saw them dancing through the air continuing to fight, the sounds of explosions rining through the air.

Bearing his teeth and letting a low gutteral growl escape, Blaidd summoned the magic within him, the runes upon his chest aglow as he felt the raw energy fill his body. Lunging forward Blaidd unleased a torrent of blows, his claws gouging at their flesh, an explosion of arcane energy unleashed upon them. A wave of pure fury.

Blaidd Glyndwr

Blaidd tore through the lone Cyclops before him, an unleased being of force as he claws tore into the putrid, rotten flesh. Pain coursed through his body, his skin burnt and bubbling as he came into contact with the Cylops. Jumping back to avoid any futher interaction, Blaidd cursed, his skin bright red, sore and blisted. Black flames seemed to pore from the wounds opened from his claw. The throbing pain was nothing new, like an old friend from the many battles he had experienced. A new collection to the scars upon his body. Blaidd continued to wear the sardonic smile upon his face, the thrill of the battle stilll overcome him, his blood redhot and pumping furiously within. The beat of his heart filled his ears.

He had got its attention now, the lumbering bulk of raw muscle turning, its body moving as if unused to carrying its weight. It charged with a moaning rore, spittle flying from its mouth as its pale white eye focussed solely on Blaidd. It swung towards him, a heavy fist the size of a small boulder crashing towards him. The sound drew the attention of others, two more large forms crashed from around the corner, tattered clothes giving away their past lives. They charged him in unison. Blaidd dodged the first blow, the heavy had whistling past his ear. The next nearly split his head as he ducked to avoid. He was not quick enough though as the final blow struck his ribs, his body moaned in pain at the sheer force of the blow. His skin blistered and bubbled as black flames scourched his body. He was surrounded. Nothing he couldn't handle though, these Cyclops still held the power of the once living bodies but they were slow and cumbersome. Blaidd planted a foot behind him, pushing the loose earth back as he steadied himself ready to lunge forward towards his oppressors.

Then the town exploded in a blaze of blame flames and falling debris. Bits of wood and thatch rained down from above as smoke filled the air. A large shadow rose from the centre of the town, as its body parted through the smoke revealing the ice white horrid flesh as the large pale eye that looked down upon them all. Fear struck him, shaking him to his core as he beheld the site of the large ominous creature. Blaid swore as they found themsleves face to face already with one of them. Blaidd searched for his allies, the panic beginning to overwhelm him, before he saw them dancing through the air continuing to fight, the sounds of explosions rining through the air.

Bearing his teeth and letting a low gutteral growl escape, Blaidd summoned the magic within him, the runes upon his chest aglow as he felt the raw energy fill his body. Lunging forward Blaidd unleased a torrent of blows, his claws gouging at their flesh, an explosion of arcane energy unleashed upon them. A wave of pure fury.

Blaidd Glyndwr

Blaidd tore through the lone Cyclops before him, an unleased being of force as he claws tore into the putrid, rotten flesh. Pain coursed through his body, his skin burnt and bubbling as he came into contact with the Cylops. Jumping back to avoid any futher interaction, Blaidd cursed, his skin bright red, sore and blisted. Black flames seemed to pore from the wounds opened from his claw. The throbing pain was nothing new, like an old friend from the many battles he had experienced. A new collection to the scars upon his body. Blaidd continued to wear the sardonic smile upon his face, the thrill of the battle stilll overcome him, his blood redhot and pumping furiously within. The beat of his heart filled his ears.

He had got its attention now, the lumbering bulk of raw muscle turning, its body moving as if unused to carrying its weight. It charged with a moaning rore, spittle flying from its mouth as its pale white eye focussed solely on Blaidd. It swung towards him, a heavy fist the size of a small boulder crashing towards him. The sound drew the attention of others, two more large forms crashed from around the corner, tattered clothes giving away their past lives. They charged him in unison. Blaidd dodged the first blow, the heavy had whistling past his ear. The next nearly split his head as he ducked to avoid. He was not quick enough though as the final blow struck his ribs, his body moaned in pain at the sheer force of the blow. His skin blistered and bubbled as black flames scourched his body. He was surrounded. Nothing he couldn't handle though, these Cyclops still held the power of the once living bodies but they were slow and cumbersome. Blaidd planted a foot behind him, pushing the loose earth back as he steadied himself ready to lunge forward towards his oppressors.

Then the town exploded in a blaze of blame flames and falling debris. Bits of wood and thatch rained down from above as smoke filled the air. A large shadow rose from the centre of the town, as its body parted through the smoke revealing the ice white horrid flesh as the large pale eye that looked down upon them all. Fear struck him, shaking him to his core as he beheld the site of the large ominous creature. Blaid swore as they found themsleves face to face already with one of them. Blaidd searched for his allies, the panic beginning to overwhelm him, before he saw them dancing through the air continuing to fight, the sounds of explosions rining through the air.

Bearing his teeth and letting a low gutteral growl escape, Blaidd summoned the magic within him, the runes upon his chest aglow as he felt the raw energy fill his body. Lunging forward Blaidd unleased a torrent of blows, his claws gouging at their flesh, an explosion of arcane energy unleashed upon them. A wave of pure fury.