M A L ' I L K A R I
Interacting with: . D O V E
Location: Ehwaz Hills
Interacting with: . D O V E
Location: Ehwaz Hills
Mal watched the carnage unfold before him and his thoughts clicked to one thing - he was very glad that Drem was on his side instead of the other. Undead orcs threw themselves in wild abandon, weapons swinging and hacking through the group. He stood up as the undead horde passed him and watched with wide eyes as the bodies piled together and in its place, a titan of a being. He couldn't help the nervous and amazed chuckle that emerged from his mouth. "Wow..." He's never really seen Drem's abilities for himself in action before but now that he was...
Necromancy was just so cool and Drem was even more cooler!
As the amalgam extended its hand to them, he looked at it unsurely. He turned to Drem as she laughed and hopped on, urging him to hurry up as well. It took him a moment before his eyes widened. "You mean-" And just like that, Drem confirmed his suspicions and his grin matched hers. "Mal Time!" He cheered on as he quickly hopped onto the behemoth's hand. It lifted them off the ground and Mal looked around the battlefield. Oh, the general's troops were moving. He didn't even notice. But bodies were already strewn around the battlefield, if they weren't already part of Drem's ever increasing undead horde. There were mammoths being ridden, orcs riding on top and pelting people with spears and arrows.
A flash of light from the outpost. Myung-Hwa and Miroku seemed to have taken the defensive line. That meant Mal didn't have to worry about a stray boulder anymore. Good.
"Over there." Mal pointed at one of the mammoths and pounding his fist against his chest with the widest grin on his face. "Let's take down those orcs." He sheathed the kanabo and took out his handaxes. At the last moment, he felt another surge of power. He looked down to see Amunis there, bloody, alive and preaching. He gave a wave to the crazed man before turning back to Drem, signaling that he was ready. He took a deep breath, keeping his eyes set on his location.
And just like that, the Behemoth sent him hurtling towards the top of a mammoth. With both luck and instinct, Mal stopped himself by barreling through the orcs and pushing himself off the pile he had amassed. They all recovered fairly quickly, drawing their weapons. He readied his handaxes as the orcs turned their attention back to him. Mal sped forward, ducking under a strike and pushed the orc to the side, sending him down. As another charged at him from the side, Mal cleaved through the orc's head with a vertical slash and brought the body to his side to block the arrow of the orc archer. The orc released another arrow that embedded onto his his bicep before he could adjust but he shrugged it off. Mal used the orc as cover and once the archer released his bow in favor of his shortsword, Mal threw away the body and he jumped up and slammed both axes into the orc, breaking through the orc's flimsy defense and taking his life.
Now that that was over with, the next problem was the mammoth. He... was not sure how to ride a mammoth. He's ridden horses before but never a mammoth. But, it was always worth a try. It was a bit agitated but Mal tried to calm it down first. He grabbed the reins and though he struggled for a few moments, managed to get the mammoth to turn where he wanted. He waved at Drem before pointing at the other mammoths. There were so many! The others were already taking down some at least. He urged the mammoth to head towards the others and Mal prepared to jump ship, taking out his handaxes once again. Once he was within jumping range, he urged the mammoth to run away before getting off and landing on the other.
Everything felt so light as he turned to the three orcs, undeterred by his sudden appearance. He ran towards one of them who immediately threw his sword up to block the hit but Mal's overwhelming strength blew past the block, sending the sword away, and he immediately followed up with the other handaxe, slicing through his head like it was hot knife to butter. He let out a small grunt as he felt the blade connect with his back and he spun around and disarmed the orc. Before Mal could strike again, a knife plunged into his back. The cursed human let out another hiss before throwing his handaxe up and grabbing the orc by the neck and turned around to turn the orc into a makeshift club. He reeled back and threw his makeshift bat into his fallen companion and watched them tumble down the mammoth, dead before they even reached the ground, he hoped. Mal caught his handaxe and sheathed it again. He reached out to his back and pulled out the bone knife and examined it. It was in surprisingly good condition. He decided to keep it before almost being thrown off balance as the mammoth he was standing on began to aggressively shake and stomp, trying to throw Mal off its back. He did try to keep his balance but...
Next thing he knew, he was airborne. Mal twisted himself into a landing form and watched as the ground grew closer. He managed to properly roll and diffuse most of the force from the fall but he ended up on his back after a misjudged distance. Before he could even breathe, the mammoth was near him and still very much agitated but seemed to only lock in on him, the others are just unfortunate collateral. Mal quickly rolled away as it tried to stomp on him and he began running off to a less densely populated area so there were no casualties from the rampaging mammoth. He charged into an area of orcs but they seemed to have a moment of clarity and scrambled out of the way.