Bomahr nodded to his queen and cousin as he put the horn back to his belt. Bomahr turned and made his way to one of the gates, the Darkthornes were slowly turning the tide against the defenders. Bomahr grittted his teeth and lept down into the fray. He brought up his shield slicing open a Darkthorne from stomach to chin, as he turned and thrust his sword into the right eye of another. Bomahr looked up at the musketeers as they fired down on the Darkthornes. Bomahr picked up one of the pistols and looked it over, he'd heard of these weapons. It served no purpose to him, it was a coward's weapon, but once the holy touched was placed upon it. Bomahr's hand glowed about the weapon as he turned and pulled the trigger. A blast of holy magic shot forth hitting one of the Darkthornes in the head. It's head exploded and Bomahr grinned, he put the pistol into his belt. It now was a good close quarters weapon.
Bomahr took out his flask of holy water and drank of it, turning he spewed it onto the crowd of Darkthornes. They screamed as their flesh burned, Bomahr waded back into the midst of hell. " Arrrrhhhh!" he kicked a Darkthorne over onto it's back and stomped on it's head crushing it. Bomahr stood atop a pile of bodies fighting each and every Darkthorne that ran up to greet him. A large Darkthorne, whose blood was of the north, came up, Bomahr shouted at it, " Rrrreeeaaaarrrrrrrhhhhrrrrr!" the two titans met atop the hill. The Darkthorne batted Bomahr's shield away and then his sword, Bomahr disarmed the Darkthorne likewise. Now the two stood atop the hill with only their fist, they traded blows back and forth.
The sun began to set behind Bomahr and the Darkthorne, night was creeping over the battlefield. Bomahr was hit hard by the Darkthorne, his lip bled and Bomahr fell to his knees. The Darkthorne laughed as it reached down to take up it's weapon again. Bomahr wiped the blood from his lips with his right hand and smiled up at the Darkthorne. Their eyes met as the Darkthorne's hand was just inches away from it's weapon. Bomahr launched himself up from his knees and wrapped his arms of corded muscle about the Darkthorne's form. The Darkthorne matched Bomahr's strenght, Bomahr let out another one of his holy battle cries, " Heeeeeahhhhrrrrrrgggghhh!" His arms tighted about the Darkthorne's form as his vein pulsed, his skin glowed.
The Darkthorne headbutted Bomahr, Bomahr headbutted it back and looked into it's eyes. His look was one of fierce determenation as the sounds of cracking slowly came to his ears. The Darkthorne fell back screaming as it's form went limp in Bomahr's constricting embrace, the Darkthorne's feet hung in the air. Bomahr tossed his enemy's body down, it rolled down the pile to the feet of the other Darkthornes. Vultures circled over head, Bomahr beat his chest and roared looking down to the other Darkthornes. They all began to rush up the hill, an army against one Whitethorne, Bomahr reached down picking up his shield and sword as they came. The tiger would greet them with it's teeth and claws, Bomahr lept down atop the mass of enemies. His large form waded into the them, the pile of bodies became swarmed as Bomahr drowned beneath the mass of enemies.
They climbed atop one another, a pile of bodies thrashing about atop one being. A loud battlecry echoed out as a white light pierced through the dog pile of bodies. The Darkthornes minions went flying back as Bomahr stood there covered in cuts and bruises, his arms out and head back as he let the cry echoed to heaven. The Darkthornes that had piled atop him began to burn with holy flame as Bomahr's head looked down on them. " The goddess protects me!" Bomahr stood atop the pile of bodies, waiting for more Darkthornes, each one fell as another came, or one of the dead rose. The Darkthornes swarmed the pile once more, their hands reached out with claws as Bomahr raised his sword. They clawed at him, it was like a scene from hell, a tortured soul being dragged down by the lost souls of hell itself.
Lightning struck Bomahr's sword as he slashed through the enemies, sending a powerful line of holy force through them. He cut them back down and stood there, he knelt down as the Darkthornes kept their distance. There upon the pile of bodies, he knelt down in prayer, saying a blessing for the fallen warriors who died fighting this evil, saying a prayer for the lost souls who were cast into limbo. The Darkthornes circled the pile as he knelt in prayer, archers came running up. Bomahr stood up and looked down onto the Darkthornes like a grim figure of battle. The archers surrounded the pile and a voice called out, " put your weapons down and surrender yourself Whitethorne, so that we may bring you to our master as a prize."
Bomahr stood there in silence as they waited for him to reply, Bomahr did, " Eeeerrraaaahhhhgggggg!" he came rushing down the pile towards the Darkthornes. Arrows were fired, one pierced through Bomahr's armor into his right shoulder, another his left upper leg. Another arrow stuck into his chest, another his stomach, three more into his back. Bomahr would not be stopped as he cut into the first line of these archers. His shield arm reached out and his hand grabbed one of the archers by the shirt and threw him into the rest. Bowstrings snapped as he looked back at them with defiant eyes, the tiger would not be taken alive. Nor would the tiger be caged, he would cut them down where they stood. Within minutes they were down and the more arrows were jutting out of Bomahr's form. He climbed atop the pile of bodies and knelt down, his sword plunged into the hill.
He knelt there not moving, his large form covered in arrows merely knelt as if in prayer.
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