Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The plains were spread out before them, and just about half a day away was the Breone mountains, and a full day from their positon they would come to the borders of Morte Bianca. From this point on things began to get a little bit chilly and windy as the mountain air rushed down across the plains. The Breone mountains was completely covered in snow, and the part of it that met the canyons of Toromont seemed to slope down like some sort of massive land ramp. But beyond that, the plains now had knee high grasses, and in some places the grass was as tall as a normal person.

But there weren't just six-foot-tall grasses, there were also vast stretches of flowers, and butterflies, other bugs and colorful birds hovering about it.

This place was more beautiful than he expected, the feel of nature here was so exquisite and alluring that just looking at it made Rezar extremely relaxed. It was like a meadow of beauty without end, and it was because of that it became extremely easy to spot the orcs and the patch of land they had burnt to create their camp. Rezar snorted in anger as he narrowed his eyes, after the annoying experience he's had with a witch and her pumpkin, his temper has been looking for an outlet, and these idiots just offered themselves on a platter of gold.

"Should we flank them your Majesty?" Samira asked as she stood besides Rezar, a fierce gaze equally pointed at the Orcs. But Rezar knew it was all a front, he couldn't understand why she saw the need to kiss his ass with every word, action or mannerism she showed, but he wouldn't stop her. It felt nice to be fawned upon.

"We're vampires of Morte Bianca, we do not flank common bandits like they're opponents of an equal standing as us. We're not her to fight, we're here to execute." at the very least by this point they all knew just how pissed of Rezar was, and even if it was not just his anger, he had a better reason why flanking them wouldn't work.

"there's no need to worry about us flanking them, because they've seen us coming from more than a mile away. The only thing we can do now is meet them head on."

Rezar moved onwards, the smell of burnt grass tickling his nose and stoking his fury. Some might consider it strange that Rezar was a lot angrier over a burnt patch of land, than the lives of the people the bandits had killed. But he was Rezar, things weren't exactly normal with him, especially his temper and his moods. And while he plans to get in under control, especially in the case of his curiosities, he was still going to getting angry about the fact that the bandits set fire to the plains. Because while this is land, this is 'HIS LAND!'

"Halt who goes there!" one of the orcs yelled as Rezar drew closer, however the only answer that he got was Rezar swing the Khophesh in his right hand, the blade shooting forward like a bullet, a beam of light glinting off the blade and causing the orc to squint under the incoming assault. The blade stabbed easily into the Orcs neck, a wild swing from Rezar and the head was flying up into the air.

Rezar chuckled as he rushed forwards, bursting into the camp where surprising the person he met was a three tailed kitsunes. He jumped over the surging tails, moving closer and then smashing his feet downwards into the chest of the kitsunes, both blades of vita gratia finding purchase in-between the collarbones of the kitsunes.

Rezar jumped forwards and then quickly transitioned into a roll to evade the massive bone halberd that was sent for his head. there was a loud bang as a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the chest of the orc that's just tried attacking. A blue skinned woman known as an undine spread her palms forwards and sent a blast of ice towards Rezar, there was a loud screech as a thin but extremely long branch of thorns shot out from the earth and stabbed straight in between the legs of the undine, causing her to let out an infernal screech as Rezar along with practically half of the people in the camp shuddered in fear and abject horror from what the undine just experienced.

One funny thing about undines was that they were a female only race, so a thorn branch in between her legs, stabbing so far into her body it burst out of her chest, stretching upwards and growing into a tree with her body hanging from it was nothing of horrifying. But Rezar was not going to dwell on that, he's done things that were just as brutal, and he was probably going to do so again.

He felt his perception tingle as he took a step backwards, dodging a first dagger swipe to the throat, however it was followed by another one that had closed off any room of escape from him. He would have no choice but to take the dagger to the throat, or not.

[Bullet Time]

The world slowed to a crawl for Rezar as he moved to the side, evading the strike and stabbing Vita Gratia into the throat of the hooded Theriantrope that just tried to expose his insides to the outside world. The world immediately sped back up as he combined Vita Gratia back into her staff form and used her to bat a fire ball heading for his face. He threw his left arm forward [Spectral Skull] coming into being as three skulls flew out of his hands in quick succession, slamming into the human mage that just released the fireball.

There was a shout of pain as he immediately began to bleed for his eyes, ears and nose from the assault of foreign magic in his system. In that same second Rezar used [Bullet Time] once again, giving a fair distance from the massive war hammer that just blasted a crater in the location he just evacuated. He looked up at the massive brute of an Orc that just tried to squish him into a pancake, raised Vita Gratia up and said.

"Surrender!" but he got no answer other than the Orc twirling his hammer with an intense look of anger on his face. Rezar shook his head almost as if he was berating a young child.

"I thought as much, well then, I guess you can just die."