Iona has certainly seen Halbjorn at court. Now, he's almost a different person. The talk is gone, and even his eyes seem less intelligent, replaced with a feral gleam. His smile is savage, the rush of battle, the rush of pain, the smell of blood - his own and others, driving him into the midst of the dark elves, forcing them to turn their blades and attention on him, leaving wide openings for the tactically minded and the archer.
He'll hurt for it later - but that's his job.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
