Igelfeld family/The Mighty Sledge

Hactor took another swing, this time the crutch connected. The crack of solid wood on jawbone bone rang out loud, everyone in the side street winced a little and the soldier stumbled back clutching his face.

"Thats for annoying a man who's obviously injured" said hactor as he hobbled toward the rest of the Arcaean soldiers. "Now tell me where the damnable HQ is".

The soldiers backed away a little, scrambling for their weapons.

"Oh!" bellowed hactor, his eyebrows furrowed "It's like that is it, I thought we were having a nice polite chat.." Hactor reaches behind him, pulling his hammer from the place it hung on his back. The hammer he's used to fell many many men. It is brick of a weapon, with a solid black steel finish and a three foot handle.

A satisfied smile appears on Hactors face.

"One more time lads, wheres the bunch of curs?"

From between the scared looking soldiers steps a single figure..

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Hactor let the hammer swing in a wide arc-ing loop, bringing its great weight to bear against the stone wall. With the full force of his might the hammer smashed against the stone, sending shards and dust everywhere. When the dust settled he stood, covered in dust, before a hole. On the other side seemed to be the contents of a small cleaning storage room.

"Right, we should be inside the enemy headquarters" Hactor shouted to his Captain. "I want scoutings of the building if you can, try to find their command room. This is a fast assault operation."

Hactor opened the small door before him and ran off down the corridor, taking corners as if he were running a race. Before too long the tactic showed its flaw. He rounded a final bend, only to be confronted by a corridor of a dozen or so troops. They were standing in full armour and military colour, in pairs, at attention outside a series of doors.

Hactor slowed into a quick march as the troops all turned their heads to look at the cause of the ruckus. As the first soldier put his hand to the pommel of his sword Hactor quickly brought his hand to his temple, emulating the Arcaean salute. His guard captain was sharp as a tack and followed suit, bellowing "NOBLE ON DUTY, PRESENT ARMS!", and the corridor of troops performed a rigid and smart salute.

As he came to the first set of soldiers Hactor swung his hand over his back, smoothly wrenching his hammer down on the head of the first guard, then bringing it to bear on the lower half of his associate. the two slumped down, silent.

"COME OUT YOU DISGUSTING CURS! I'll SHOW YOU THE COURTESY WE GIVE UNINVITED DOGS."

Hactor lunged at the next set of guards..

The enemy soldier took another expert jab, this time he managed to get close to the hulking Arcachonian. The sword went singing past Hactors cheek, leaving a small cut. Hactor locked his arm around the soldiers sword arm, for a moment the the two men struggled against each other. After a sharp twist hactor felt the soldiers arm break, Hactors expression was one of grim determination, and he head-butted the man backwards.

The two warriors parted, the soldier staggering backwards, arm hanging limp at his side and shield arm covering his face. Three of his associates stepped around him sharply and formed a shield barricade of the corridor. "Ready!" Hactor bellowed, glancing behind himself to see his guard captain, the wiry dark haired man nodded back, raising his bow.

Hactor lunged forward into a sprint, as if he was to go barelling into the soldiers. But as he drew near he fell into a slide, "FIRE!" he shouted. His bulk tumbled into the legs of three men, sending them tumbling forward. As the men lay on the floor Hactors men loosed a volley of arrows into the prone targets. For a moment there was silence as the Arcachonian and enemy troops faced each other in aprehension.

One of the bodies was thrown aside.. and up stepped Hactor from below the dead men.

The corridor was now filled with the broken bodies of HQ guards. Each had fought valiantly to protect whomever were in these rooms, but did not manage to stop Hactor in his mission to wreak as much havoc as possible. Hactor glanced across to the nearest chamber. Displayed clearly on the door were the Tranquilli coat of arms, and motto.

He lifted his Hammer high above his head, the weight was satisfyingly heavy, and as he brought it down upon the door he felt a rush of exhilaration. The first blow tore clean through the door, smashing the family crest to pieces. The second blow came in quick succession, leaving nothing to bar his entrance into the room.

"Come out Tranquilli, you Arcaean dog" Hactor Bellowed, "Come out here and fight me!" Hactor took the hammer in both hands and strode into the chamber.

Off in the distance alarm bells could be heard ringing.

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The chamber was... well, not what hector was expecting. As he walks into its main room, the scene takes shape as it assaults his senses. The strong sent of wine and perfume hit him as he surveys the silk garments, emptied goblets, and delicate pastries strewn around the room. With the candles still high, this looks like a party that is not soon ending.

Hactor stands in the room dumbfounded, looking about in utter disbelief.

From the other room he hears a voice.

"I am sure it is nothing ladies, I shall return in very short notice I assure you."

Ulrick walks into the room wearing a sheet hastily wrapped around him. Upon seeing hector he adopts the same dumbfounded expression. Here, a obvious nobleman stood before him drenched in blood and holding a massive hammer, and Ulrich was armed only with a bed sheet.

Ulrich gulps back the building fear. This Goliath was well armored, and stood a solid foot taller than Ulrich. Both fight and flight seem unwise. After a moment of hesitation and evaluation he grabs a nearby bottle and casually asks, "Would you care for a glass of wine good sir? My name is Ulrich Von Igelfeld."

"Lets not pretend this is a polite visit, you're The Archer Noble, from Remton eh? Well I'm afraid my hammer and I owe you a warriors welcome to this fine realm" said Hactor, breathing heavily and obviously building in both frustration and anger.

Hactor swung out quickly with his left hand, and before Ulrich could react the bottle was flung sharply against the far right wall, the red contents dripping down from where it had smashed.

"I'll give you a single minute to arm yourself.." said Hactor coldly, his eyes still staring into Ulrichs.

Ulrich expected as much. This lout didn't very well know how to enjoy himself. His attempt to pacify the brute failed, and with a touch of anger in his voice he takes a few steps back and continues, "And you wonder why Archanon has fallen. You waste perfectly good resources! that was a terrific bottle. You are so brutish the dark isle has affected you to much... except your women that is, their tribalism hits just the right note." Pausing for a moment he smiles.

Hactor stare intensifies as he is clearly not amused. slowly he counts and Ulrich has 50 seconds left to live.

Obviously intoxicated Ulrich states flatly, "Would you really fight me now? were is the challenge in that?" he waves a dismissive hand and turns towards an imaginary crowd, "Right?! There is one reason I command Archers... well two. First, they are cheaper because they don't die all the time, and... and... Yes. I don't have to face brutes like you and your bloody hammer. Bugger, you probably call it Thor..."

Hactor remains still, contemplating what a solid blow would do to his tiny skull. 35 seconds before this fool is crushed.

"but if it is a fight you want, I believe Leon is in bathroom." and with that Ulrich turns and rejoins the party he came from.

Upon hearing where his target was, Hactor bolted toward the door. Lifting his Hammer high above his head, he brings it down with a momentous crash. The first blow tares clean through the door. Again he strikes and now nothing bars his entrance into the bathroom.

Hearing a crash behind him Leon span round, his first thought being that he was under some sort of siege, a battalion of men pounding at his door. The second blast destroyed the door, spilling wooden splinters throughout the room.

Instinctively Leon grabbed his blade and faced his uninvited guest. It had been a while since he had fought another one on one without the element of surprise, and even those days were behind him.

Looking at his attacker, he saw the Hallisun coat of arms. It would be a shame for his family for one of their finest to die today.

"Ah, I see. So you've brought the fight here. Very well then. I hope that for whoever should survive this encounter, they would treat the other with the respect that the dead deserve."

Leon drew his blade for the first time since he had arrived back on the FEI. He hoped this wouldn't be the last.

Hactor smiled a broad and satisfied smile, his eyes all the while remaining full of focus and anger.

"Ah, finally! An actual opponent" Hactor spat from between his locked teeth. "Agreed! To both winner and loser go honour. No mercy till the end!!"

Hactor Ran wildly at the Arcaean noble, adding a wild spin to his hammer so that it spun like a dervish. He made a leap and brought the hammer to bear.. All he saw was RED, and all he felt was Pain.