Odd Power

Erik burned with a desire to crush the Sisters, who had decided to use heir captives as shields.
Cowards
He could finally feel control over his body returning, it was a rather odd experience to say the least.
He found he was able to control his rage as well, the cold power leaking from him pulling back within him, finishing by closing the gash and healing his wounds, though a scar remained.
Dyvia looked in rage and disbelief at the captured dwarves, though she was relieved that Radis was not among them.
"What do we do?"
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Theo had been farig well with the Sister joining him, tearing through draugr with coordination.
In a flash however, the battle went sour as one of the half-elfs he had seen earlier attacked with a vengeance.
His ally gripped her head in anguish, crying to the gods. Theo assumed the elf meant to turn her against him, it had happened before and quickly sliced her throat.
A draugr slashed at him with a great sword, a hulking figure that had to have died recently.
Kicking his attacker away, he ducked at the sound of blade, the back of his helmet taking a strike from the elf.
"Your kind are abominations, I only said freaks because purebloods were near you! To think a human would lay with filth, it is a thought that is far from my mind!"
Spinning to strike behind him, Garand dodged easily and sent a swift kick into Theo's face. Sent into the air, he landed uneasily, fury on his face as blood ran from his mouth.
"You may have your powers, but you are far from your rightful home. Hel is where you all belong!"
Theo charged, cold intent driving him forth.