<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>In Combat</em><br/></strong><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong>  As a <em>Free Action</em>, Slate will take a 5 ft. step south.  <br/>He will then take a full-action to attack, with a roll of 1d20+5 (21).<br/>If successful, damage would be 1d8+4 (12).<br/><hr/><br/>It brought Mr. Slate an absurd amount of gratification to drive the length of his sword into the shoulder of the soldier, cutting his flesh like butter with a hot knife.  The sight of vitality and bone intensified his lust for blood, and it made him quiver with excitement.  Slate breathed sordidly, huge heaving breaths that mimicked that of a jackals, and he laughed and growled and spat and cursed as if he had just received the greatest blowjob in his entire life.  He seethed with delight when the first man went down, but his repulsive joy was cut short by the brave voice of the other soldier nearby.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51362.msg2399259#msg2399259">Quote from: Faeylin on 31-10-2009, 01:08:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Shut up you whore," he spat, reaching for his sword and turning to face the new attacker. "That was a low blow, getting a man like that, when he's just off for a piss." He stepped forward, towards Alfreic; the fire was at his backside. "Poor Gunthrik didn't deserve what you just did to 'im, and I'm going to make you pay for it, you dumb, Dementlieu fuck!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>"Do not speak to me about who deserved what, you insolent knave!"  he bellowed.  "You, who serve your dark lord and mire anything that is good with your filth and your horror!  But you know nothing about horror.  I do.  I will rip your fucking guts and eat them.  I will tear out your fucking lungs and hang you by them!  I will decorate my boudoir with your brains!  And I will do so to every man of the bird that I see, because Alfreic Slate does not abide snakes in his garden.  Now die, cur!"<br/><br/>With that, Alfreic took a short walking start to the horrendous swing of the sword that would follow, his teeth gritting and his grip prepared to take on the insult of the impact.<br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>