Oh, so it's these sadistic creeps again...
Bloodstorm and Frostdeath were immediately flashing like a couple of lightning bolts through the air. Aldanith's swift fighting style, combining the natural speed and strength of his body with incredible acrobatic stunts and the couple of scimitars worked very well, and the surprised cultists fell like rag dolls before him.
He fought his way through the crowd to the woman - a dark elf just like himself. A figure, apparently the leader of the cultists, was bent above her, holding a short blade by her chest. He turned as he saw Aldanith approaching, and barred his teeth at him.
"Get lost, you sick canibalistic creep." he growled. Instead of an answer, he received only a mad look.
Frostdeath's blade was quick, but he jumped away equally swiftly. The blades clashed together, and the leader kicked Aldanith into the ankle in an attempt to trip him over. This one was unsuccessful, but he one that followed, consisting of ducking under the blades and pulling him down, was not. The dark elf let out a scream as he hit the floor, painfully falling onto his shoulder. He growled.
A flash of lightning struck his opponent down, turning him into a pile of ashes.
