Brannor grit his jaw, having seen his enemy so quick to loose an arrow, but was more surprised and enraged it struck him. The shot was undoubtedly more astronomical luck than skill, but that did little to quench the burn of the strike and the fire it lit in the wanderer's soul. For while the impact itself did not dig as deep or travel as far as the hooded figure could only have hoped and dreamt, as in fact it seemed ever more like a glancing shot, it still stung and tore at the flesh. But the paladin, provoked by the audacity evil had to even strike him so, [i]snarled[/i] and clenched the wooden shaft of the limp arrow as it trickled with fresh blood; the calm air saturated with smoke and silence beyond the sounds of this skirmish, buckled with this low, fearsome rumble.

He tore it free, lip still quivering in pain and fury, and sundered the piece with a firm torque of his hand. It broke as a twig and its pieces fell to the earth as limp and lifeless as the attacker likely thought him to be, but Brannor was not only alive, but quite well - alive with his own blood to drive him on divine rage; Greenest was not his home, it never would be, but he was called to this place and for reasons he believe he knew only now.

Taking his free hand, that of which did not bear the greatsword and was so soaked crimson, he started forward whilst speaking loudly and laying a hand upon his chest; "Your attacks are [i]weak[/i] and [i]meaningless[/i]."

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The man's voice was still snarling, almost frothing with tangible wrath in a tone eerie just as the ghostly shroud of green-white washed over him and mended his injuries. His advance during this had him setting eyes down upon the kobold just past Trear, who he hoped witnessed the entire ordeal of a man tearing an arrow free of his throat, crushing it, then restoring his own wounds as though nothing had happened at all; it was not just see it either, but feel the fear the darkness had of the light setting in upon it like the tireless, unstoppable force it was.

Injuries visibly rejuvenated, nothing but faint scarification remaining, he stood menacingly before the kobold, great blade at the ready and stared like a hungering predator...

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