Ustengrav braced for the attack as the five bandits rushed forward to their position, he saw one in particular that had fire in his eyes and held a deep grudge for the grizzled warrior presumably for killing his fellow bandits. Good. Anger and rage clouded the mind and would led those who had been consumed by their temper to create mistakes. The bandit who had wielded a flair like weapon with a crude but intimidating hammer like appendage, came face to face with Ustengrav, the bandits eyes flared with intense hatred for him as he began to twirl his weapon, it took sometime to get it going into a full swing but the destructive force of the impact would shatter shields. Ustengrav was ready. What he wasn't ready for however was the sharp piercing of teeth that penetrated the partially exposed skin on his neck. This caused the grizzled warrior to drop his axe. The sensation was not pleasant as the women clinged onto Ustengrav's back, hoping to cause as much disruption as she possible could. What made matters even worse, the bandit had launched his thunderous blow. Ustengrav would need to action very quickly if he was to avoid having his body smashed beyond repair.
A womanly scream erupted blocking out the sounds of clinking steel and the roars of the combatants that continued to bravely fight even in face of death. Ustengrav had just managed to turn around in time causing the blow to hit the woman instead. The crunch of her spine and ribs became aloud as the impact completely shattered her body. She was now nothing more than a screaming husk of herself that would live the last of her moments in terrible pain and agony. Ustengrav quickly retaliated by grabbing the chain that the bandit had started to real in for another attempt and pulled it towards him with mighty force, eager to keep a hold of his weapon the bandit held on while being heaved towards Ustengrav, quickly they were face to face, Ustengrav threw a powerful blow of his own smashing his fist on the side of his foes head. His opponent fell like there was nothing beneath his feet and crashed to the wet, muddy drenched ground. Soon enough Ustengrav mounted his fallen enemy and started to deliver mighty punch after punch, each consecutive blow landed, made a bloodier display of his foe, until his was was broken. Nose crushed, jaw dislodged and blood splattered everywhere, Ustengrav left his defeated enemy to wallow in the repulsive mixture of mud and blood, surprisingly however his opponent still breathed obviously trying as he might to cling onto the little life he had left with his will power. A real desire to live.
When Ustengrav rose from demolishing the flail wielding thug with his fists, he saw the bodies of many bandit and guard alike, guts spilled and smashed heads, littered the surrounding area, the smell would soon start to make itself know if the sun burst from the clouds and baked the dead bodies. It was total Carnage, not many of his fellow guards survived from the fighting. Only a few more guardsmen lived and still they were carrying on against the heavy dwindling forces of the bandits. Out of his companions, Garmond was the only one living and even then it would be a short time till he passed onwards through death due to the mortal and grievous that had been delivered to his stomach. Werris and the twins had fallen from the ensuing battle but had made themselves worthy of much honour as they slew many bandits.
Neither side would be winning the battle today, all it was now, was a matter of survival. |
by Ustengrav on July 3rd, 2012, 3:19 pm 
