Rue
Acting Maniac
He felt a rage burning deep inside of his chest as the man known as Ziton began rambling. Every time the scum referred to Ella, Jaso wanted to charge forth and rip the man asunder. But he bided his time, standing a little taller, confidence beaming from him as the other Taxis guards showed up as reinforcements. He was about to answer Ziton's arrogant question when the scoudrel's blade impacted the barrier of one of his allies.
What happened next, Jaso could only describe as a nightmare. As the maniac continued to monologue, some sort of spirit began clawing it's way out of the barrier, chains falling before Jaso and Tikal's feet. The Oro had never seen a being of such malevolence in his life, he could feel the color draining out of his face as this awful demon made it's way into the material plane. His life force was being drained, this creature was killing him without even laying a finger on him.
But as Tikal, his friend, stood by his side, giving the order to prepare to strike, Jaso felt his resolve harden. He would not die here, he wouldn't let that cretin lay a single finger on Ella, he wouldn't let that man live long enough to harm another soul. He gathered all of his strength, feeling the blood of his Oro ancestors flowing within him as he readied his blade. When the barrier dropped, Jaso leaped into the ceiling, thrusting his sword down and letting the momentum carry him in an attempt to skewer the creature through the head. He could only pray to the gods that his aim was true...
What happened next, Jaso could only describe as a nightmare. As the maniac continued to monologue, some sort of spirit began clawing it's way out of the barrier, chains falling before Jaso and Tikal's feet. The Oro had never seen a being of such malevolence in his life, he could feel the color draining out of his face as this awful demon made it's way into the material plane. His life force was being drained, this creature was killing him without even laying a finger on him.
But as Tikal, his friend, stood by his side, giving the order to prepare to strike, Jaso felt his resolve harden. He would not die here, he wouldn't let that cretin lay a single finger on Ella, he wouldn't let that man live long enough to harm another soul. He gathered all of his strength, feeling the blood of his Oro ancestors flowing within him as he readied his blade. When the barrier dropped, Jaso leaped into the ceiling, thrusting his sword down and letting the momentum carry him in an attempt to skewer the creature through the head. He could only pray to the gods that his aim was true...