Starislav has frowned.
He looked at the chaos, and the vermins crawling all the way to the innocent people.
'CHAOS DEATH CHAOS DEATH! something screamed in his mind, but he kept his cool. Starislav turned the blade of his spear down stabbing the ground between him and the bandits.
'YOU SHAL'L NOT PASS! VER'MINS!" he roared, black scales have appeared on his neck, and the floor exploded in straight line, creating pit between the bandits and the cegs of the slaves.



META-
Another effort