[Veleraen]

The moment that the silence was broken, Veleraen knew they were upon them. Something had been lurking about them for a good half a candlemark, their forces assembling along the tree line. The Knight knew they would come, they always had always would seek vengeance or pleasure of the hunt of innocents. Veleraen's eyes took to the horse that was dragging a body behind it, giving an all too familiar look at what was to come. He however was not intimidated in the least.

The ravening hordes of barbarians that roamed the Empire could not strike fear into him even if they speared it into his heart as the Giant had seen worse things than crude weapons and deer skinned devils that spoke in demon tongue. They were however a plague upon the Empire that the Knight held so dear and as their forces lined up amongst the tall timbers surrounding the cemetery, he could only see one ending to the story that was to unfold.

Death. It lurked about and crawled, subverting and intruding into places it did not belong but that very brightening, the location was quite suiting. The Giant pushed off of the dead tree that was beside him and put a hand upon his helmet and took a few steps forward to access the situation. The people had already seen the invaders and started to flood outside the gates, down paths, anywhere to escape. There was however no running away for the Giant. Many who had dared challenge the Knight's superiority in combat were met with steel and large fists of gallantry, pounding their morals and values into the very souls of his opponents.

He noticed that a few others had stayed to fight, a few lingering about the gravestones, a few deciding on what to do, flee or fight? Veleraen had already made up his mind as he twirled his large polearm through the air, warming it up as his arms flexed and his wrists rolled over. His massive halberd came to a forward position, his eyes flickering about and watching as the riders descended into the cemetery, their hopes and dreams set upon causing chaos and pillaging, killing in the name of their heathen gods. Veleraen looked over to where two riders had almost gotten into the ceremonial grave site itself and instinctively the Giant drew his enormous dagger in his right hand, flipped it in mid air and caught it by the blade. Taking aim, Veleraen waited for one of the men to continue upon a straight path towards someone and then reeled back and hurled his blade through the air towards the chest of the man, intending to cut the antlered demon before he was able to take any more lives with him to the Umblat.

As the blade soared through the air at tremendous speed, backed by the strength provided by his ancestors, he didn't wait for the dagger to hit. Veleraen sprinted into action and rushed his target and his partner, intending on meeting the wave of horsemen to greet them with a grim look and a steel smile that would end their demonic existence. They had picked a good location to raid, as it would be their last. At least they would die in a place so befitting their fate.