Cruran cleaved his blade straight down into the throng of invaders before him, striking down on raised shields and feeling his blow meagerly deflected while he took another thundering step forward. They were all shouting and screaming about him, retreating two steps at every one of his. Their fear held them back, kept them defending against his strikes and not daring to lash forward in fear of their previous comrade's fates. Their blood was yet fresh upon the tanned skin man.<br/><br/>Cruran drove his sword forward and heard a sharp scream as the end broke flesh and dug into bone. Cruran snarled and yanked the sword back, surprised to find that the blade had caught upon some solid tissue within its victim, and borught the man screaming forward with the blade he clutched inside of him. The barbarian's clawed fist shot forward and closed upon the man's throat. For all to see, he lifted the man and his blade inside him into the air and yanked the dripping red steel from him, pulling with it a torn mess of the man's guts. The bandit's eyes lolled to the size and blood foamed from his mouth while the iron grip of Cruran forced his tongue out between his lips. With his eyes fixed upon the throngs of bandits, Cruran unceremoniously dropped the man upon the ground with a sick thud.<br/><br/>It took a moment's respite as breathed and growled to hear the shouts all about him. The bandits were shouting rallying calls and orders, they were organizing. Many echoed forward, past the barbarian toward where the weak people of the village clashed with the weak bandits that wanted them. Cruran looked about him, pausing for a moment in surprise at the sudden resurgence. Before him a flurry of shouts sounded and the bandits that had looked upon him with horror suddenly smirked at him. Cruran cocked his head slightly at their snide jeers and taunts. They banged their shields and retreated, yelling for the barbarian to give chase and try to kill them.<br/><br/>Even fueled as he was by blood and massacre, Cruran was no fool. The orders that had been shouted were directing the mindless masses suddenly. They were trying to draw him back to something. The barbarian's inquisitive gaze turned cruel once again he grinned. He obliged them with footfalls upon the blood soaked road. Shortly, their intention was made clear as they parted before him like stalks of grass before a great wind.<br/><br/>There stood a man that could not be mistaken as a bandit. He was strong, and tall, a titan among the meager hordes he no doubt commanded. This was the man Cruran had seen from afar. He was head of this fanged snake that had struck its way into the village of the north. This was the head that needed to be severed.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Finally...</span>Cruran growled and turned his sullen, blood stained gaze upon the warrior.<span style="color: Red">Something worth killing.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>