Amarth

Amarth looked to the others and raised his hand. "There shall be no more wanton carnage on this ground by our hands." Upon hearing this, Draconis stepped to the side of the battlefield, limping the last few and resting upon a tree. Amarth drew his sword and placed one hand on the blade, one on the handle. Slowly the blade began to glow blue, splitting into two identical swords. Without looking ahead of him, Amarth jumped to the tree immediately to his right, quickly ricocheting from tree to tree. He reached the remaining soldiers in seconds. Still darting from tree to tree, Amarth passed through the lines of men. Finally, Amarth slammed his feet down into the ground, gradually slowing until he stood next to Draconis.

Amarth - "You're bleeding. What's wrong?"

I'm leaving this post unchanged until Draconis changes his later post... or I talk to him and find out how I should change it.