(ooc: Cue "Bloody Tears", the second theme song for 'The Weaver of Destiny'.)

Stavarus looks on as the Dark Legion swarm at the companions. His chest heaves with barely-controlled rage.

They are being defeated!

Stavarus gets to his feet as Soul Reaver is forced to back up closer towards him, driven into a slow retreat by the Legionnaires.

Soul Reaver swings Blooddrinker furiously, using his other hand to send a blast of magic at a Legionnaire's face. The undead warrior is thrown backwards, but rises again to continue the fight.

Suddenly, a shadow passes over Soul Reaver. He looks up to see a gaunt shape hurtling through the air, silhouetted against the sun above, long coat trailing behind it.

It is Stavarus.

The Daemon-Hunter, in mid-air, reaches onto his back, pulling forth his crossbow. Lightning-fast, a bolt is fired into the midst of the Legionnaires. On leaving the bow, the bolt flares with blue light, and screams forward at incredible speed. A ground-shaking explosion blasts from the impact point, hurling Legionnaires aside like rag-dolls.

Even before he lands deftly on his feet, he has loaded another bolt into the custom crossbow, and re-cocked it with a simple click of the loading mechanism. At close range, he fires a second bolt.

The bolt flies only a few centimetres before it shatters in a burst of blue light, firing outwards a mass of razor-sharp, enchanted wooden slivers. The Legionnaires standing in front of Stavarus are eviscerated instantly.

Several more Legionnaires leap forward from all sides, weapons flying. Immediately, the crossbow is shouldered and Stavarus' twin daggers appear in his hands.

Whirling like an insane dervish, the daggers just a blur in the air, Stavarus tears through their ranks. The daggers flash blue as they connect, slicing through undead flesh and bone as if it were but air. Leaping, bounding, whirling in a terrifying circle of death, Stavarus shreds the Legionnaires apart.

He leaps into the air, keeping his body straight as he performs a backwards somersault, spinning around whilst airborne to narrowly avoid two arrows fired in his direction. As he is upside down in the air, he thrusts the daggers into the shoulders of the Legionnaire below him. When he lands behind his victim, he flicks the daggers upwards and together faster than the eye can see. The Legionnaire's head flies from its shoulders.

As two more Legionnaires come running towards him, Stavarus hurls both daggers from his hands. They spin through the air and slam into the heads of the Legionnaires.

The crossbow reappears in Stavarus' hand as an axe-weilding legionnaire closes in. Snarling, Stavarus activates a switch on the crossbow, causing two serrated blades to flick from the front just as the Legionnaire is about to reach him.

Stavarus thrusts the crossbow into the Legionnaire's ribs while cocking it again, and firing immediately afterwards. The magical bolt punches right through its chest at point-blank range and continues onwards, not even slowed as it rips through a whole line of undead.

With his crossbow now stuck in the Legionnaire's chest, Stavarus drops it and draws his glaive.

Screaming, he charges at the Dark Legion, not giving them a chance to organise themselves. The glaive becomes a blur in his hands, spinning madly as it lops off limbs and thrusts the enchanted steel blade through blackened hearts.

Stavarus reverses the glaive to chop in half the head of a Legionnaire behind him. As he does so, he twists the handle of the glaive - a glinting spike clicks out from the bottom, and a split-second later, four serrated flanges flick out from it.

Giving an insane grin, Stavarus points the newly-formed harpoon at the Legionnaire closest ahead of him, and twists the handle one more time.

The harpoon hurtles from the bottom of the glaive, trailing a powerful chain. Despite its attempts to dodge, the harpoon punches through the Legionnaire's chest, impaling it on the steel. Stavarus spins the glaive around in his hand, simultaneously pulling the Legionnaire forward and performing an upwards slice that cleaves said Legionnaire in two.

Dodging and weaving with breathtaking dexterity, Stavarus avoids incoming blows, leaping over some and ducking below others, leaning backwards at almost impossible angles as the blades swish past just above his face. Stavarus keeps moving constantly as he fights, not keeping his feet planted for even an instant. He kicks and elbows his opponent to keep them at bay, just before delivering a finishing cut with the glaive, all with a grace and skill that is eerie to watch.

With unbelievable agility, he continues to cut his way through the Legionnaires, leaving only heaps of mangled, torn bodies in his wake...