Jepray

Jep was in the middle of the mob, slicing down the foe like he would harvist the fields with sickle in hand. The blood lust coming from the sword was over powering as more and more fell to his dance of death, suddenly the flow of the battle changed. he looked back at the town gate, as someone cried out. seeing a black hand screaming toward him he rolled to his left, his reflexes were as quick as ever, but the amount of gore that covered the ground made it slippery.
As he tried to get back up from the near miss, he slipped on some thing, a severed hand or leg, but he lost his footing, as the Undead resumed the attack. Finding himself too close to use the longsword, he went to his backup weapon, pulling his dirk and hatchet. Jep started to chant another spell, as his arm and dirk started to glow, and in a frantic move, simpliy started to slice his way toward the gate. The hatchet, honed from cutting trees, lobed off offending heads as easly as it would have chopped down a sapling. His glowing Dirk blasted away everything it touched, as its point started to enter another undeads arm, the energy peeled away what remaining flesh was left, and blew off the rest. but it was not a one way fight, as he neared the gate, the blows from the undead were taking there toll.
His advance slowed when a blow nearly broke his leg, limping now, he fought through the pain. He had to see his mission completed or he would never be able to rest with his forefathers...

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