The steel of his sword met flesh over and over again while he worked to kill off anyone he could get to. Just by the way people were trying to attack back, it was clear that no one was an innocent in this place. They were all part of the group that needed to perish.
A metal bar hit his back and he grunted before stabbing the one who did it through the throat. Leaving him behind, he pushed on.
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Date: 2012-04-11 12:45 am (UTC)A metal bar hit his back and he grunted before stabbing the one who did it through the throat. Leaving him behind, he pushed on.