[ A mage. Of course. Fenris scowls, but he resolves to deal with one problem at a time.
The remaining men--perhaps a half dozen in all--raise their weapons in counterattack. One of them's got a spellbook, and he's preparing to snuff out that fire wall with a blast of ice. Fenris lunges, his lyrium tattoos flashing brilliant white, and grabs the mage by the throat. His hand shimmers as he plunges it into the man's chest, feeling for and then grabbing hold of the rapidly-beating heart. He kicks the mage off of him as he pulls his hand out, the heart clutched--and crushed--in his fist.
The vicious attack serves multiple purposes. First, the other men are terrified; one so much so that he forgets about the fire and just backs right into it, screaming. Second, the mage was the most immediate threat, and needed to be dealt with before all else--snatching out his heart was the quickest solution.
Third, Fenris just enjoyed doing it.
He draws his sword again and sets himself on the others, fighting with the ferocity of the starved, the enraged. It's been over ten years since he's suffered at the hands of these scum, and his anger hasn't abated by even a little. ]
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The remaining men--perhaps a half dozen in all--raise their weapons in counterattack. One of them's got a spellbook, and he's preparing to snuff out that fire wall with a blast of ice. Fenris lunges, his lyrium tattoos flashing brilliant white, and grabs the mage by the throat. His hand shimmers as he plunges it into the man's chest, feeling for and then grabbing hold of the rapidly-beating heart. He kicks the mage off of him as he pulls his hand out, the heart clutched--and crushed--in his fist.
The vicious attack serves multiple purposes. First, the other men are terrified; one so much so that he forgets about the fire and just backs right into it, screaming. Second, the mage was the most immediate threat, and needed to be dealt with before all else--snatching out his heart was the quickest solution.
Third, Fenris just enjoyed doing it.
He draws his sword again and sets himself on the others, fighting with the ferocity of the starved, the enraged. It's been over ten years since he's suffered at the hands of these scum, and his anger hasn't abated by even a little. ]