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[i]Blood.  Let the Black Sword drink.[/i]

The din of battle became secondary to the voice of Baphomet.  It wasn't that the singing, shouting and screaming was drowned out or muffled.  It was all still loud and abrasive.  The thundercrack voice of Commander Thorn was louder still.  And yet, on top of all this - equal in volume but far exceeding in importance - was the Oblivion Prince.

[i]Flesh.  Let the Black Sword rend.[/i]

The pressure in Zell's head caused his vision to pulse, as if his eyeballs were throbbing to the beat of his own heart.  His ears plugged up the way they always did whenever he was travelling on an airplane.  Slowly his priorities changed from defense to offense.  The welfare of Valhiem was now superceded with desire to kill.  Anger built up inside of him as he walked between the 1st and 2nd ranks of The Lions, his sights fixed on the approaching siege tower.

[i]Souls.  Let the Black Sword reap.[/i]

His jaw was clenched so tight, his teeth might crack.  Even with the noise around him and Baphomet within him, the deep, vile chanting of the orcs and goblins on the top floor of the siege tower could be heard as it neared.  The docking point of the first tower would be right between The Lions and The Scarabs and Zell placed himself on the left flank of his block so he would be dead in the thick of the action.

[i]You are invincible.  My champion.  Slay your enemies with extreme prejudice.  Show them the true meaning of 'Might.'[/i]

"OORAH! OORAH! OORAH!"

Bloodlust.  Fury.  Hate.  Tension.  The pit of his stomach was a bubbling cauldron of emotion that finally released as Zell's clenched jaw opened up to let free a throat-stinging roar.  He drew the sword off his back and pointed it skyward.  The iron door crashed down onto the battlements and out poured their enemy, led by the four massive orcs, heavily armoured and armed with greatswords.  The huge beasts charged and lept at the defenders with swords held high, an irresistable force of metal and horsepower tantamount to that of a Mack Truck.  Their mere landing alone pushed everyone back and they swung their greatswords in horizontal sweeps as they fanned out.  Two Scarabs fell immediately.  Zell met one orc in a clash of blades.  An immediate foothold had been achieved for the assaulting force and more orcs and goblins boarded the wall.  Fierce fighting ensued.