Thykahm listened the sounds of the forest, trying to listen out or a tell-tale twig snapping from a clumsily placed step, or perhaps something falling from the trees. He couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary, nothing that gave anyone away.<span style="color: #FF4000"> “Aye, the legion is a bunch of bloodthirsty lunatics. I don’t see why they would burn down a village; especially since you folk are on the edges of civilisation, there aren’t any cities for miles around.”</span>He answered the Elf, trying to keep a confident tone. Thykahm wasn’t afraid of some shadow legionnaire, or whatever the woman called them. He doubted their arrows could get through Dwarven plate armour!<br/><br/>He looked over as the woman’s brother walked up to her, and said a few reassuring words.<span style="color: #00FFFF"> ‘Don't worry; we'll get through this thing! I'm sure we'll be fine.’</span>Ryan sounded sure of this fact that they wouldn’t be killed off by some damned legionnaires.<span style="color: #FF4000">“I doubt we will be killed, a small group moves faster than any large army.” </span>He added to his earlier words, still trying to reassure the others.<br/><br/>Thykahm pondered the uses of helping these people. Was it really worth putting himself in danger for these people at the hands of the legion? He was an honourable fellow, but he had a grudge to fulfil, and eradicate every last Greenskin in the whole forest. He continued to ponder this when something caught his eyes. A large caravan of Orcs and Goblins were hurriedly advancing through the forest, knocking down trees as they flee. Thykahm was just about to draw his axe from its sheathe, when a small goblin ran up to him and handed him a pristine looking axe. ‘<span style="color: #40FF00">No time for explain! Take weapon and leave area! Hurry!</span>’ It said to him, just a moment before handing him the axe and running in the opposite direction that the arrows were coming from.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">“What the hell was that?!”</span>Thykahm exclaimed in a confused manner, he had seen many strange things in his life, but never a goblin handing a Dwarf a weapon! Especially an axe like the one he now clutched in his hands. It was at that moment that he heard it, the sounds of arrows being knocked and readied upon bows, soon to be fired. At them!<span style="color: #FF4000"> “Legion!” </span>He exclaimed once again, though he very nearly shouted even more when a wall of flame erupted in-front of the legion, followed by numerous balls of searing flame. Looking just a small ways behind him, Thykahm noticed three swordsmen set upon the Dark Elf man that had been hit upon the head with a shield. After seeing what the legion had done to the village, he wasn’t going to allow them this.<br/><br/>Bellowing a loud Dwarven warcry, Thykahm charged at the three swordsmen, his newly acquired axe in his hands. It was an unfamiliar weapon, but it felt just as a familiar as his own axe did. Reaching the men, Thykahm narrowly darted in-front of the swordsman that was poised to end the Dark Elf, block the man’s swordblade with his newly acquired axe. He twisted the man’s blade with the axe, leaving him open to a blow from his axe. Swinging the axe towards the man’s leg, he cut a deep wound across his leg, surely making movement all but impossible. Twisting his grip on the new axe, Thykahm swung it towards the chest of another legionnaire, but a most…curious, effect came into notice. He knew how quickly he swung a blade, but this seemed to be going far faster than the norm. Either way, the legionnaire didn’t know what hit him, as he received a huge slash across his chest.