Fifty Six: Wrath of Man
Perhaps it was madness that made me laugh.
Surrounded on all sides by the grimness of death. Mangled bodies of allies and enemies lay before me. Since arriving in this brutal world I have seen my share of violence.
I had walked the path of battle, and like every soldier, I had come to know its cost.
Flame bloomed before me, a wave of deadly heat that threatened to devour me whole. I could feel the heat before it reached me.
“Brace!” Shouted Draxus from behind. Metal clattered as men threw up their shields, hunkering down against impending impact. The Firebrand snarled his victory, as the flames swirled towards me.
Item Activated: Helm of Aegis.
I smiled and this time the Firebrand caught it. His eyes narrowed through the slits of his helm. Then, they widened. I saw Urksol turn his head, and saw the tightness in his body even as the flame bloomed around me.
He shouted orders, wrenching at the reigns of his mount. He was far too slow.
The heat was sweltering, enough to singe the hair from my brows and make my dry lips crack.