On the outskirts of the town, where the stragglers of the horde wandered...seemingly aimless against the horde of similarly mindless bodies...until a quick spinning blur took their heads off, causing their lifeless bodies to come crashing down into the ground. What was that? It wasn't a human, as the spinning deadliness began to cut into the meat of the horde, sending body parts flying in which ever direction as it advanced forward like a meat grinder.
Within seconds, the blur planted itself into the ground, revealing that it was no mere being...but the war glaive that the stranger had been holding not too long ago, as it's pointed end was stuck into the ground, sliding to a halt...with the blade splitting the head of another mindless sack. This might have been confusing for some, but were one to look to the where the fury of the blade had come from...they'd notice, in the mist...a glowing that became brighter...and brighter as it emerged...
Out of the mist, there he was...the stranger of the East, and he appeared to have thrown his only
weapon, thus he appeared to have been unarmed...it did not seem to concern him much, however, as his expression was hidden under his straw hat and his hands were placed ildy behind his back. The man had a relaxed posture, seemingly in no hurry, as even his walk appeared to have been steady and slow.
The attitudes of the mindless surged, as they limped they're way forward at the living...but this hardly seemed to faze the man...
Instead, he calmly paced forward in his current position, up to the first victim of his deadly waepon...he was once a merchant guard, now reawakened to serve his skeleton overlord...until his head was taken off by the stranger's blade...as the stranger used his feet to kick up the dead guard's weapon, a double bladed long sword, shooting his arm out to catch it in midair...his expression still a mystery...as he brought forth the weapon, and examined it closely under his straw hat.
A crude and unbalanced weapon, no doubt, but it would have to do...as the stranger looked up to see a horde of the same mindless puppets limp forward...ready to tear him apart...
Too bad it was never that easy...the first poor sod found out when the stranger simply thrust forward, slicing the throat open upon the edgy of the blade.
As the body fell, the stranger lunged into action, his blade pointed forward...yet he was not swinging, but continue to thrust forward. What he was doing was
slicing, specifically, into the specific parts of his opponent's body, despite half of their bodies appeared to be falling off. These were quick and rapid slices, happening in succession of each other, emulating a motion a kin to cutting an orange...only this was cutting into the red flesh of the
undead.
This allowed for the stranger to slice his way into the horde, speeding past the clumsiness that was the horde, until he was at the center...where, with one motion, brought his weapon to his rear, before slicing in a slanted manner with such force that the sword cleaved through the bodies in front of him. Yet before the meat puppets around the stranger could react, he grabbed onto the weapon with his free hand and quickly turned, bringing the weapon into his opponents with a horizontal slice.This did much to cut down those who had surrounded him, giving him some semblance of breathing room...yet the bodies just seemed to press forward.
Again, this did little to dissuade the stranger, instead he mutter some words and the bright aura simply illuminated further, as the stranger threw his weapon into a spin. The blade itself began to glow, as the weapon's spinning made it resemble a steel flower, as it cleaved itself into the horde. Yet, the stranger seemed to have put more then a spin into the motion, as the spinning weapon began to fly in circles around the stranger, cleaving into all those whom approached.
It was to this affect that more body parts and blood began to fly, so did the makeshift weapons in their hands. It was to this affect, that the stranger's eyes narrowed, and from the air, hew as able to pluck another blade similar to what he had retrieved earlier. The sword was a bit shorter, but nevertheless, it would serve the same purpose...as the stranger caught the spinning blade that up to a moment ago had been dancing around him, catching it in a reverse grip. The man, with one motion, would bring the blade out of reverse grip...
Now he was armed with two blades.
Taking another step forward, the stranger would glow as he took both blades and swung them to the left...before taking another step to the opposite side, bringing his blades forth as he did...then again to the left...then right...and the man would proceed forward in a criss cross manner, cutting left and right and left and right...until he swung his blades to the left, hard, and began to spin like a top, both blades were stuck outwards and cutting the horde down.
As the stranger's spin came to a close, he used the momentum from the spin to throw both swords in quick succession in a horizontal manner, sending them into a spin that began to cut it's way forward, mowing down any undead in it's tracks. As the blades spun, the stranger sprinted forward, following closely in it's tracks. The blades were able to clear a path forward, spinning past the glaive thrown earlier, and continue to spin forward...as the stranger ran forward and onto the slanted polearm...simply stopping when he reached the hilt of the blade...as he began to survey the situation.
From where he stood, he was still a bit away on the outskirts of village, barley having made it forward into the village. Up above, the wizard seemed to have start to summon pure fire...but where was his target? This lead the stranger's eyes downwards towards the center of the village. Although he could not see exactly what the man was targeting, it was very clear to him that there was quite a lot of commotion occurring within the area.
Without a word, the stranger would leap off his pull arm, reaching up and grabbing the weapon by it's hilt, and yanking the weapon out of the ground, twirling it into it's combat ready stance stright behind him. Within the next few moments, those whom were watching would see not just body parts flying over the roof tops, but entire corpses soaring through the air, as one would assume this was the stranger cleaving a path towards the center of town....his speed seemingly unhindered by the walking meat puppets blocking his path.