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The Devil.
That's what Aratus fought like. Like hell itself had manifested into his body. The Athallian was slaughtering the undead, switching between being unarmed and taking the weapons from the dead. He wasn't retreating at the incoming forces-
The Athallian was going at them. He had a spear in hand, taken from one of the undead. He launched into the air, soaring through- and impaling one such of the undead. He broke the spear off, and used the stick that remained to batter another into submission. He was breaking skulls, shattering sockets and crushing their will to fight.
He looked over at Gerra, looking to the incoming undead forces. He picked up a sword and shield, standing tall as they charged at him. He rapped the shield with the sword, egging them on. The warriors of Thelios had earned their reputation for years upon years-
Aratus was simply demonstrating it in the flesh. A trove of undead lay as evidence of his passing. Warriors of no equal caliber, weighed and found wanting. He looked to the ceiling, eyeing the massive dragon. He turned his head back to the approaching undead. The Atthalian charged at them, taking one by surprise. He crushed his skull by thrusting the shield into his face.
"Stay dead this time, creature."
That's what Aratus fought like. Like hell itself had manifested into his body. The Athallian was slaughtering the undead, switching between being unarmed and taking the weapons from the dead. He wasn't retreating at the incoming forces-
The Athallian was going at them. He had a spear in hand, taken from one of the undead. He launched into the air, soaring through- and impaling one such of the undead. He broke the spear off, and used the stick that remained to batter another into submission. He was breaking skulls, shattering sockets and crushing their will to fight.
He looked over at Gerra, looking to the incoming undead forces. He picked up a sword and shield, standing tall as they charged at him. He rapped the shield with the sword, egging them on. The warriors of Thelios had earned their reputation for years upon years-
Aratus was simply demonstrating it in the flesh. A trove of undead lay as evidence of his passing. Warriors of no equal caliber, weighed and found wanting. He looked to the ceiling, eyeing the massive dragon. He turned his head back to the approaching undead. The Atthalian charged at them, taking one by surprise. He crushed his skull by thrusting the shield into his face.
"Stay dead this time, creature."