Elven BlackSmiths (Needs other people)

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He shrugged the thought off and continued his charge, ripping those he got near still heading for the center.  

[Drazilly]

Suddenly a bunch of arrows were shot at him. they were fast and they were on fire.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He made a complete circle and summoned the power of the bird to throw the arrows aside. Then continued his charge to the center.  

[Drazilly]

The other elves ran and the arrows did not harm them.
They were wearing what looked like refined white steel.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He made it finaly into the middle and commenced to wreaking havok by jumping into the midst of them and ripping them to pieces. He shifts quickly and lets his swords magic pour out hacking and slashing through them like butter.  

[Drazilly]

But the Orcs did not die...  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He focused himself to continue his attack, all he needed was for his people to do something to stop them getting back up.  

[Drazilly]

It was sick to watch the orcs. They were getting chopped up yet they were not dieing.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He howled in frustration. Then summoned the power of the bear to fuel his rage and picked up his speed, he took advantage of the loss of their troops to slowly move away to a soldier. We must retreat they are not dieing.  

[Drazilly]

He laughed.
"Retreat? We are killing them fine" He pulled his sword from an orc and it died. His sword was white-green.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He spun around a few more times than stopped. He saw the futility of his struggle. All he was doing was wasting energy fighting to no gain while his allies were killing with ease. He snapped and bolted into an even larger frey, he didnt care anymore all he was to others was a fallen king anyway. He let all his fury out even though it did no good he felt the anger peel away as he hacked and hacked and hacked into each individual/  

[Drazilly]

Still they did not die.
He racked his brains for something Drajira had said. He felt there was something she had said or hinted about the orcs.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He didnt care, he couldnt think no more and saw the futility of his gestures the only thing he could do was keep fighting to clear the way for the calvery.  

[Drazilly]

But the Mutilated Orcs kept attacking him.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He laughed as he continued to slash. He backed himself into a corner and stopped for a minute. His white fur was stained red with their blood and a feral smile was on his lips. He spun the blades and faster then the eye could see he whiped his bow out and used its magic to fire of volley of flame arrows point blank. He then switched back to his blades and reactivated them, then jumped back into the fray.