Fight Like A Bear (W.I.P)
Unlucky for them, he charged in as well, rushing head long into battle with a hatred in his eyes and the fury of the Gods in his veins.
His strikes were true, and as his swings connected, bloodlust raged in his eyes. Arms were sliced off, spraying dark red blood into the air and on anything close, including this man's face.
Screams of agony were unleashed, orders were barked to the others as they tried to ring this ferocious man beast in. But it was in vain. The raiders would step in, trying to confuse him, coming from the left, then the right, balking and trying to toy with his mind.
But he was focused and vigilant, nothing was going to stop him. Each and every strike he dealt was devastating to his foes, as brains and gore were spewed upon the ground.