*In the midst of the clamour, Naamor draws his axe, a sinister gleam in his eye.*

It has been far too long...

*He caresses the shiny blade as he wades over broken bodies in pursuit of a large mass of muscles and armor. Before him stands an opponent that towers over him, but his axe is ready... ready to lash out a drink.

With a roar, he leaps at the man, swinging low to catch him off guard. The blade bites through metal, sending the man toppling to the ground, clasping at his leg with one arm and holding his sword high in the other to fend off the maniacal dwarf. Naamor glares down at the man: *

This is for Falcon.

*Not a hint of humor or aggitation in his voice, the words slide forth, almost a whisper, and the man's eyes grow as large as saucers as the blade descends in a flashing arc, severing head from body.*


((OOC: what's that now, six?))

Baron Naamor
Crystal Dragons Clan - a Diablo, WC3, SC, AOE clan
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...but the one who needs the least
"