[DarkForbidden-Love]

Edmund snarled as someone stepped into his path. It was another no name wielding a simple axe and not much else. A carefully placed blow dispatched him but it had slowed him down enough that the man in black would definatly beat him to the other, unless he too was also acosted by another fighter. This would mean he would have to attack the man in black again to equal the score. A quick knife to the gut took care of another man and Edmund sighed before calmly creating a wake of dead people on his path to the other two. "At least I get to practice with my scyth," he murmered angrily.