a debt to settle

[altria]

(Im treating Juhal as a character now so no godmodding))

Juhal walked purposfuly into the small town of Nerxis, he could see the place was preparing for a defence and he caught glimpses of horsemen, some with injuries and he had little doubt this was the right place as he walked using the long spear more as a walking to stick to make it look like he was more a traveler, but non the less he kept his face hidden from by keeping it low with his cloak hood up.
He walked around for a while first, he over heard convosations about DeathSouls to the north, or an odd group of mercenaries whos eyes change before they unleash great powers had joined Urgor to the north also, he guessed they were the ones on the ships and thus inspected there were more based in Urgor.
He also managed to pick up that this town was allied to Urgor thus it was not the plains that did this to them, his men needed to know that. He walked into a back alley behind a tavern, he knew enough about Gur to know many beggars would do anythings for a few coins and the one before him should as he forced the man up and prodiced a small note before him written in Karata "You Beggar, to the northz of this place there iz a rocky outcrop, raise your arms when you reach it and give the leader of the peoplez there this note" With that he slipped the note into the mans hand with a few gold coins, the beggar ran to the north no doubt he thought he would get more if he delivered.

Now that his info was passed he walked to the center of the town to find a temple to the fire god, there were many clerics around the small building, and many soldeirs some injured. He walked to face these, he guessed in this square alone there would be at least 100 men, but his aim today was not to live but to instill fear, he would be fearless and heedless of wounds and death, he would show these people how determined and strong the Gur'ai were and thus collapse their morale at thought of hundreds more waiting to the north.
He stood before a host of riders and threw down his cloak as the riders looked at him he raised a heavy belt knife and hacked the back end of the spear to shorten it, of course the spear was a little heavy to the front but would be ok as he shouted "You, warriors of this town, You have killed my people and it is YOU that shall pay"
With that he spat, flicked up one of his belt knifes to catch it by the blade, brought it back and threw it and watched it fly into a mans chest. Imediatly men dismounted and began to scramble for weapons but Juhal remained cool and calm as he crouched into a ready position, his spear ready as he whispered "And today i shall dance the spears in the afterlife."

[altria]

(Decided to post this myself to instill how dramatic his death is to be, if theres a problem i can delete)

Juhal stood firm as warriors surrounded him, most bearing spears of some kind, few bearing blades and many were racing to line up to shoot him with bows. In a quick fluid motion he turned and lashed out in a circle with his spear spinning on his heel to spin near the full 360 degrees as one of the men around him fell forward from a hit to the stomach and swiftly Juhal drew a knife and drove into into the back of the mans neck.
As he looked up a warrior thrust his spear toward Juhals head but he dodged and stepped back only to drive his own into the mans chest but as the man fell another brought a spear upon his own making the spear fly from his hands. Juhal drew a second knife and ducked low from a sword cut, in a fluid motion he came under the warrior sticking a knife into the mans groin and taking his sword spinning on his heel to cut another mans jugular vein with the blade.

After moments he was being overwhelmed but he avoided every assault and killed numerous men, after about 30 seconds several dead men lay around him as the others began to step back. Juhal dropped the knife and picked up his shortened spear once more eying the men around him, he could almost smell their fear, fear of being the first one to attack.
Suddenly a sea of pain erupted in his back and he nearly fell forward but managed to stand. As he reached back he felt the wooden shaft in his back and whinced when a second flew a few inchs from the first. Within moments the pain had disappeared, blood flowed freely down his back but he turned anyway and threw the spear full force and dispite the odd weight it met its target in the face, a fine last throw he thought as sweat beaded down his face.
He looked back to the men shouting curses in Karata before calming, taking deep breaths he spoke "And you will fight 200 of me when you next leave to the north". He almost fell dodging a quick spear thrust but managed to plant the blade deep into the mans chest and spat in the mans face. This was truly his finest hour.
The men around him began to move back as archers took aim ready to fire but were stopped as one man, a captain he thought stepped forward bearing two short swords. The man looked on and nodded, Juhal spat and lashed out with his blade but fell short of the man. The man drove one of his blades into Juhals shoulder and he slumped to the floor and still Juhal spat at the mans feet in defiance, and then silence...darkness....and the head of Juhal rolled on the floor as his body slumped to lie among those he had slain.....

[belial]

* The captain looked down upon the dead body with a grim face.*

" A brave man. Such a shame he was so foolish." *he though*

* Suddenly someone of the soldiers in the group around the officer whispered some words*

" Demon... demons....demons are coming for us..."

* The captain raised his head and looked with fiery eyes to the direction where the voice came from.*

" Who spoke! Who was it that spoke about demons?!"

* The soldiers move sidewards, leaving a younger soldier alone in the middle. The young man stood their with both fear and shame shining from his face. The captain bowed forwards and grabbed the head of the dead Gurai by the hair and threw it towards the young soldier. The head bounced against his chest-plate, leaving a red spot of blood behind. With an expression of atrocity the soldier looked down to his chest*

" And?" * says the captain* " Is he dead? Or do you still doubt? " *points to the chest of the soldier* " i'm pretty sure that's blood over there."

* the captain turns around now and looks his men into the eyes. Then he spoke with a loud commanding voice*

" Demons or not, they bleed. And if they bleed, they can die. For the infidels between you, a pretty bloody exemple is laying here in front of you."

* some older soldiers chuckle a bit for the joke of the captain*

" Now, all dismissed" *turns quickly around and points to the young soldier* " You! clean up this mess"

*Then the captain walked away. Passing another but older looking officer, the man nods*

" Well done, captain."

* The captain nods back and sighs*

" I did my best. I do hope it worked."