"Good to have you by my side. Both of you." The man shouted as he continued to hack his way through monsters. "Should we fall today...it has been an honor!" As the only melee fighter of the group, he is surrounded on all sides and about to be overrun...until he suddenly takes to the sky on leathery wings, and lets loose a gout of firey 'breath' at the crowd that nearly undid him.<br/><br/>The mob temporarily dispersed, clearly affected by...fear? Perhaps flame didn't agree with them. Noticing something, the man plunges his arm into a creature's chest and pulls out a black, still 'beating' heart. "Oh no...they're here." He said. "The Three Kings. Or one of them, at least. There's no way they could have known who we were transporting..." A loud roar as a new mob begins to charge.<br/><br/>"We've never figured out a way the beat the Kings...and their guards are tough. Looks like...this may be the end." A hideous beast comes into view. (http://i.ytimg.com/vi/xqG_cDdwLu0/hqdefault.jpg) And calmly, the man readies his blade. "Take as many as you can down. Who knows. Maybe we'll hold out long enough for extraction to get here..." His tone suggests that he doesn't think it'll happen.<br/><br/>The charge begins.