Rorik couldn't help but grin, widely and noticeably. In a battle like this, you wouldn't need to count up your enemies; you'd simply stop when there was nothing else to kill. Rorik grabbed the blade coming out of his wrist, suddenly it developed a blueish tint, and he completely separated it from his hand. It was an elegant dagger, with a blueish radiance that seemed to reflect off of all those who were close enough.<br/>"Oh, cmon. You need all these forces for just me?" Rorik began to laugh, kinda hysterically. But he seemed to come to attention and prepare for the battle. Sizing up his enemies, he figured he go with the normal people first, using them as shields and...<br/><br/>His thoughts were interrupted by something hitting him and knocking him off to the side. He noticed it was yet another moth-creature. Rorik was really getting tired of those.