12-17-2014, 02:44 PM
Moving hard and fast, the Chosen braced himself against the dead troll. Disguised as a roll, his shoulder thudded into it, while the troll above him pushed down harder with his boot. Then, with the chosen now pressing against this dead troll's thick corpse, he pushed, he heaved! He pushed against the troll and slid across the floor, the troll above him stumbling as the armored figure below him suddenly shifted, and then the Chosen rolled. The boot slid off cleanly as he moved to his back and the troll stumbled forward, arms going forward to catch itself, before the Chosen's armored fist slammed into a fur covered knee, bringing a bellow fury and pain, before he shoved hard, and the troll rolled into the fire! The creature shrieked in dismay as the fur started to smolder and smoke, but the second troll practically leaped onto the Chosen Undead, swinging axe down and slamming it into the breastplate! Now it was the Chosen's turn to give a sharp cry of pain, the axe splitting through the mail to embed itself against his ribs. That would more often than not bring the near end of a fight with any normal, living human, but he was no living human. His hands gripped the wrist of the troll, whose beady, golden eyes widened in surprise, before the Chosen twisted, rolling to his side and forcing the troll to topple.
He went down with the Chosen, his axe pulling free of the zombie's chest with a sickening sound, before the Chosen was leaping back up, but the sound of boots arrived, as the rest of the group of seven rushed into the cave. They saw one troll dead, another burning in flames, flailing and shrieking, and the other just picking himself up off the ground. There in front of them on the other side of the cave, was the Chosen, his hand going through the strap of his shield his sword lifting up and ready. One of them threw a spear with a roar, and the Chosen brought his shield up. The hard tip slammed into the groove of the shield of the silver knights and then bounced off, before the Chosen rushed forward. His straight sword thrust out and landed in the shoulder of the third troll, bringing a cry of pain as it twisted, the sword pulling free as it slammed its axe towards the chosen. Yet, his shield was out now, and he caught it on the silvery metal easily, a harsh clang and a strong impact running down the Chosen's arm. Immediately he thrust again and this time his sword went into the troll's gut, stabbing into him as the creature let out a shocked gasp of exhaled air. Then the shield slammed into the troll's face and knocked him backwards, falling down onto his companions, but the four trolls were coming at the Chosen from the left and right. The cavern wasn't massive, but there was just enough room that that would be a very dangerous proposition for the swordsman. Yet, dangerous fights were part and parcel for him, and he just readied his shield, the sunlight straight sword held firm in his grasp. He would show them the skill that had led to his victory in Lordran.
He went down with the Chosen, his axe pulling free of the zombie's chest with a sickening sound, before the Chosen was leaping back up, but the sound of boots arrived, as the rest of the group of seven rushed into the cave. They saw one troll dead, another burning in flames, flailing and shrieking, and the other just picking himself up off the ground. There in front of them on the other side of the cave, was the Chosen, his hand going through the strap of his shield his sword lifting up and ready. One of them threw a spear with a roar, and the Chosen brought his shield up. The hard tip slammed into the groove of the shield of the silver knights and then bounced off, before the Chosen rushed forward. His straight sword thrust out and landed in the shoulder of the third troll, bringing a cry of pain as it twisted, the sword pulling free as it slammed its axe towards the chosen. Yet, his shield was out now, and he caught it on the silvery metal easily, a harsh clang and a strong impact running down the Chosen's arm. Immediately he thrust again and this time his sword went into the troll's gut, stabbing into him as the creature let out a shocked gasp of exhaled air. Then the shield slammed into the troll's face and knocked him backwards, falling down onto his companions, but the four trolls were coming at the Chosen from the left and right. The cavern wasn't massive, but there was just enough room that that would be a very dangerous proposition for the swordsman. Yet, dangerous fights were part and parcel for him, and he just readied his shield, the sunlight straight sword held firm in his grasp. He would show them the skill that had led to his victory in Lordran.