Elven BlackSmiths (Needs other people)

[Drazilly]

((The hard way being?))  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

((Practically kill myself several times overm lol))  

[Drazilly]

((...The clues is in the colour and the name of the city and stuff!))  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

((Oh boy....i'll just go with it, lol))  

[Drazilly]

((Then get on with it! Rp!))  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

((lol, calm down I got it))
He shifted his feet and glared back at the army, he was not a coward and though he might be hurting them he could at least give his allies the time they needed to advance. So he shifted to human and fired another volley of fire arrows into the army then changed into his were form and charged in with blades extended.  

[Drazilly]

The elves he was commanding went forward. He saw his aim was true on each orc. They stabbed the orcs once and they died.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He at least took heart at their vitory so he continued to slash them down. Using his blades magic to keep him at a fast pace to avoid their blow.  

[Drazilly]

"Get him!" roared an orc general. "He is the only one without the metal poisonous to orcs!"
"We will!"
The came and punched him in the stomach and clawed at him. They left him on the ground. They kicked him hard everywhere and left.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He rooled to his side and hefted himself up laughing. He couldnt let his soldiers down. Shakily he picked his swrds back up and stood After so many blows it seemed imossible for him to even be standing but his resolve was not to falter. He called to the wolf mother with a long howl for her guidence, he looked to a fallen soldiers body and saw his blades. He grabbed one of them and was sure to keep his speed blade in his other hand. He charged back into the fray, near death but this time he slashed with one of the dreaded blades.  

[Drazilly]

Get you own blade The blade hissed and spun back to its fallen master.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

Great that was all he needed was junky intelligent items. He unsheathed his other sword and moved into the fray, though he could feel his wounds screaming he ignored them and pressed onward.  

[Drazilly]

A line of fire arrows flew down in front of him.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He stoped on a dime and with one eye still closed glared at the archers. He sheathed his swords and drew his bow. He then ran at a fast speed and while moving fired indivual flame arrows at the archers, lighting them on fire.  

[Drazilly]

Then he realised they were the arrows of his own allies. They glared at him.
"Show him to the Lady?"
"yeah i reckon"