Fighting to get over the effect of the spell Xandax starts canalising his strength – He feels the bonus of his enrage.
The dwarf bleeding – but not slowed significant. The skeleton warrior. The pries. The mysterical mage.
“No more skeletons” Xandax thinks.
In a desperation move – Xandax takes the sword in the right hand and throws it against the cleric, and starts running in the same direction as his sword, narrowly avoiding the lashes of the dwarf and the relative slow skeleton warrior. “Thank God – that the dwarfed is slowed a bit”
With a bit of luck the sword will hit is target with Xandax close behind, able to draw the sword out of the body in a smooth motion.
Xandax notice the name “Ferox” on the blade of the sword is glowing, stronger and stronger.
He has often thought of the sword like a sentient being, and the way the sword hurled through the air reinforced his belief.
[ 07-13-2001: Message edited by: Xandax ] |