To kill a spud

[19:29] The eternal walk of death.

Scattering foes left and right with mere presence and with impressive bulk of soldiers following him, the Lich King was an obvious target among the masses; it's clear that most of the forces would be far too pre-occupied to even take care of him, but there would always be some hero who tries to stop him.

And just like before, it happened again.

The presence of magi's life was like honey to a butterfly- so much lifeforce to take, so much to steal... and so little time. The two blue fires that replaced the eyes of the Lich turned upon Nasu, almost immediately, and soon they grew bigger, more intense; yes, this would be his victim.

This would be.

"You're not like the others. Instead of running away, you approach me."

The undead warriors circled the Lich. Many had sword to protect him with their unlife, and that much they would do- archers and swordsmen alike prepared to engage him, and the Lich floated in the air.

"Then come closer. I will send you right to Azrael."

The Storm beckoned in the distance. The blood was about to be spilled.
(Arthur Rowan)
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[19:35] Even over the clamor of two armies marching to meet, the Ookami's keen ears would hear Aspen's words, his mother had fallen in battle, Ashera Ixis was dead. Anger would boil from deep within the stoic knight, a feral bloodthirst that took over him, something he thought he had long conquered.

Sides would clash and Airgenald would hold the front line, pummeling down the drones when he spied the leader himself Isolate himself from other sources. Spudnicus was too slow in his youth to chase Sors to fight him beside his mother, too inexperienced to outmatch Alastor in the tight confines of the ice tunnel.

But here he had the Lich King himself, the man who rose armies to his beck and call, ruined homes and families as fodder. The man Airgenald swore by Shai's side to cut down. It wasn't sensible to be squaring off to him right now, but adrenaline and rage was pushing the knight now, no care for what would become for him.

It was a gamble, but he didn't care enough about he costs at the moment to let that stop him from putting to rest an oath he made to a now passed friend.

Amber eyes would meet the masked man that exuded an air of malic about him, his stare appraising the Ookami as if he was not even a person. His words received as two shields clash together, echoing out through the trees as he took his stance aloft in the air, summoning a pack of wolves made from solid light to oppose the undead army.

"By the protecting light that dwells within me, Calael's blessing, and every fiber of my being, I will make you pay for every crime against humanity you've committed, Arthur Rowan." Teeth bared and words snarled, Airgenald waited no longer before charging in, ready for whatever followed afterwards.
(Sir Airgenald Spudnicus Ixis)
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[19:51] The countless arrows, swords, all storming up against Airgenald; in truth, it wasn't fair fight at all, for he was fighting alone - and Arthur was fighting with his bodyguards. No matter the amount of protection, the powerful strikes of his sword, it was all in vain with attempts to reach out and take upon the Lich King. The evasiveness of the storm, the bitter cold of the ice, it all made things difficult... far too difficult than the Ookami could expect. Perhaps, a different strategy would work out in the end, but...

It hurt. It hurt so much.

A strike of lightning, one after another; waves of Arcane energy, blasting against his very core. The bitter frostbite, mercilessly sinking into his flesh, and countless arrows raining over his shields. He stood valiantly, he fought like no other, but it was not enough. If only he had more strength...

But now?

Now, the Lich King floated to a battered, weakened Knight. He could try to resist all he might, but the Undead would restrain him, holding him up like a chewtoy for the Lich King to play around with. Those dead, glowing eyes of his creeped closer- even far too close for the comfort- before he took upon his chin, slowly rising it.

"No. You will not be the one to fulfil my end."

A grasp, stronger than before. The skeletal hand trailed down his throat, slipping along the skin, the flesh he had- something that Arthur envied him for, something he could not have anymore. This life... he must have it. For any cost.

"You had your dreams, did you not?"

"You wanted the peace and prosperity upon Agartha. I understand. You wanted to be the hero everyone would speak of. You wanted to put an end to this horror."

"For that much, you can have my respect... if we ever meet in the stars, that is."

A squeeze. Slowly, his life began to escape him- the air in his lungs was leaving his body, intended to snuff it out entirely, and yet he stared; so close, so intimately, right in the eye. He was taking his life, slowly and steadily, drinking upon his lifeforce as the cursed energy took it.

"But now, none of it matters."

"Goodbye. I hope you lived a good life."

A snap. The fires in his eyes were brighter like never before, and the lifeforce was taken; this was yet another victim of Lich, yet another life taken for his selfish purposes. As unfortunate as it is...

Airgenald was no more.
(Arthur Rowan)
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[20:09] Bobbing and weaving through arrow and undead soldier aliked proved easy for the Ookami as he raced and soared through the air, despite his heavy nyeshk gear, he seemed unhindered in his movements. Years of diligence and training shown through his technique as shields shifted to block and strike.

Though the Lich King didn't earn his title for his posse alone, he wielded great magic at his finger tips. Airgenald felt the very blood in his body seize during vital moments where he went to throw a devastating blow.

Bolt of lightning and thunder rained down around him, battering into his shields and leaving him open to be pin cushioned by the archers. Through the pain and the chill, Airgenald grit his teeth and howled, continuing to fight with everything he had.

He started in a blinding sprint, and over the coarse of th e battle, when it would have long been decided, Spudnicus continued fighting on, his mana drained and his charge slowed to a slow limp, as he slammed and tried to take down the body guards that surrounded the crusader.

As a boy, he just wanted to make the world a better place, to rid Agartha of the Necromancers that toyed with life in cruel and scientific ways, rather than cherishing it for what it was. Airgenald surrounded himself with like minded individuals, he became a protector of angels, thinking they would create the world he wanted. He was sold on an alternative to bring peace to the war torn lands, but that was only ill received.

He was pulled from the war, set on the sidelines to watch his family slowly be picked off, pulled into Dawn's hoards or killed outright. He gave everything he had, refused to fall until the bitter end, as his nerves were fried and his blood stream became a coagulated slush.

Airgenald would fall to his knees, an immeasurable amount of pain taking the few words he had left, amber eyes staring up defiantly to the necromancer lord.

He would be gripped by undead hands, the last of his energy to hold himself upright, and look at death with some dignity as the life was sucked from him. His life flashed before his eyes, the family he lost, the wife and children he was leaving behind. I'm sorry Shai, I guess a sword would have been better, here.

His eyelids grew heavy before the loud snap was heard. The light that clung to his armor and shields would abruptly go out as his body lay limp in the undead's grasp. Not even enough for a Lich King.
(Sir Airgenald Spudnicus Ixis)