Slash off a head... chop off a limb.. dodge.. jump.. flip backwards and cut off another head. Finwe watched the decapitated head of one of the creatures he had killed roll on the ground. As he looked around him, at all the carcasses that littered his trail, a small smile tugged his beautiful lips. How long had he waited to experience battle and carnage of this degree? Far too long!
The blonde elven prince moved his hand across the air and the ground in front of him split open, swallowing the creatures who were stupid enough to attack him head on. He then folded his palm onto a fist and the ground closed shut.
"Battle is the only mistress for me," he chuckled as he leapt into the air and pierced his blade in the chest of another creature, blood splattering everywhere.