Guild Wars 2

Phang Deathrain
The moon stared malevolently down at the twisted trees that reached eagerly from the grassy field like deformed black hag fingers. Hateful, scarlet eyes stared down to the noisy Bandit camp. At least 9 Bandits were gathered around a fire each holding a tankard full to the brim with stolen Ale. With every drunken movement they made a small amount of their beverage would lap over the edge onto the cracked earth. Usually Phang contemplated his actions before he charged in but tonight was different, his anger clouded his judgment and red was the only colour he could see.
A blood thirsty roar echoed as the lunar rays bounced from the Charr’s eyes and into those of one of the Bandit patrolling the perimeter. Fear consumed him as he stared at the raging beast charging towards him. He tried to shout but a fury ash coloured hand has already wrapped tightly around his throat like a boa constrictor, the harder he squeezed the more the sound of bones crushing echoed out of the victims dry mouth along with a slight wheeze.

This all happened within’ the space of approximately 4/5 seconds and now the drunken Bandits rose to their feet to investigate the noise. Phang made no attempt to hide in the shadows and charged down into the pit of vulgar men with his two golden blades now unsheathed. “Get h—!!” the instruction was interrupted by decapitation. As a fountain of blood sprayed from the stump the other criminals attempted to attack Phang. But they were no match his movements were swift and devastatingly powerful. His skill was unmatched in the Blood Legion. After about half a minute ten corpses now lay on the ground, some with deep slices, others with broken bones or snapped necks and some they were no longer recognizable.

It was hard to believe that yesterday Phang was at home with his child still very much alive and getting ready for some Halloween Trick or Treating, his eyes and face lit up in excitement. After Phang had defeated a gang of cut-throats trying to over-run a small town they had promised him a terrible fate but using much more derogatory vocabulary. He laughed and began walking over to them casually and they fled (as all cowards do). Little did he know that they would abduct and torture his Cub the following night.

Suddenly, the sound of a breaking stick snapped just behind Phang, his four ears pricked at the side of his fury skull as a crippling blow was forced into his spine. He dropped to his knees as the 10ft Norn Bandit forced him to the ground before kneeling on his chest (snapping several rib bones). “Deathrain!” the Bandit punched him in the face, blood leaked from the gaps in his sharp teeth. With each swing flashbacks of his son ran through his head. 1 Punch, 2, Punch, 3 Punch, Stop. The Charr’s enraged eyes lit up like flaming balls as he plunged his piercing jet horns through the torso of the Norn. The veins in the convict’s forehead stood out and his eyes were intensely blood shot. After tossing the caucus into the fire, Phang stared around the death ridden camp.

Did this revenge make him feel better? Relieved? No. His cub was never coming back but would never be forgotten. The beast, so full of pain dropped to his knees on the cold dusty ground. He turned his attention to many puncture wounds in his coat. “Hah…” the adrenaline had blocked any physical pain from his system. His vision began to tunnel as the crimson liquid drained through his fur. One more corpse was added to the collection around the fire. His pain was over.