16 minutes ago, volthawk said:Eighbris grins under his helmet as he feels his dagger sink into the frenzied beast, even as its primal throes sends him rolling across the ground again. Job's not done yet, but he made a start in taking that thing down. Taking another moment to appraise the situation, he chuckles a little as he sees how things are lining up. If he does nothing, there's a good chance Doom will berserk right into the path of Seraphine's shotgun. That works just fine for him. Now, who else is still alive...ah yeah, the odd one from their neighbours in Moonsoul. Alright then. He'd heard a lot about the monsters that lived in those hills, and at least some of it was probably true. Time to put them to the test.
Keon was pretty well feasted at this point, but also well worn. Looking very much battle torn and more like a bleeding monster out of a game than the knight they started as, rapier stuck out of the neck from the previous opponent. They yank it from the hilt and levy it at their opponent, their own weapons comparatively broken. So kind of the fallen to lend their aid like this. With a lunge, the conflict is on.
Unfortunately, the bleeding, the scathing, the murdering and feasting and any number of other adjectives had taken their toll. The wound of the rapier bled out, and in the conflict that followed Keon faltered, finally suffering an ill fate. At least for the glory of their kingdom, it was a loss to an honorable represenative... rep, resenatative, rep, represen...tative