Horrace: Actualization

Of all the thoughts that show from the heart, through the eyes, the one Horrace was most familiar with was self hate. And he saw a painful amount behind those two bloodshot eyes gleaming like angry moons from between the slots of the glistening bone helmet.

The impact of the first arrow ripped through his armor, tore its way through his muscle and sinew, and knocked against the bones in his shoulder. The force made Horrace spin away and clench his teeth in agony. That hurt. A lot. But he continued the charge. Staring this madman down in his own keep, full of his own men.

There was shouting from all sides. He heard Gren barking some orders. He felt a tingle down his spine each time Thorain sang out another arcane verse. Off to his side he saw Kyzium moving quickly, looking around for an opening. Their eyes met briefly and it was clear they had the same goal. A silent plan formed between them. Horrace would hold the Stag Lords attention while his partners would take out the men behind them, and Danswitch would sneak up behind to overpower the bandit king. Hundreds of thoughts and battle plans were racing through his mind. Horrace began to doubt himself.

Just then a cloud of humming energy washed over him. He glanced back in shock to see Thorain pointing a pair of fingers towards him. A hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth. Horrace returned the smirk and turned back to his foe as the magic washed over him. His gait increased and soon the sound of his footsteps became a booming that shook the stone. He now towered over the humans around him, wide and heavy as a boulder. His regularly large and heavy axe now looked like a tree trunk with a broad metal blade as big as a tavern door. Horrace roared. Then the second arrow buried itself into his guts.

Nothing could stop these four it seemed. No job was impossible with teamwork and bravery, like that found in these few. They seized the Greenbelt and pulled the world's britches down to its ankles.