Angry Eyes

Angry Eyes is an encounter in Infernal Affairs
==Enemies==
* Eyeball Warrior (1235 Gold, 152 XP, 95 Energy, 7 HP)
* Eyeball Slaughterer (1300 Gold, 160 XP, 100 Energy, 7 HP)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
The burly demon raises his thick crimson arms -- each laden with heavy twitching thews and a large axe-like blade -- and roars. It's a terrible, murderous cry that makes the slabs of muscle on his chest ripple. The kind of infernal challenge that might make an angel shiver. Deep within the fiber of your being, some distant, ancestral, primal part feels the sharp icy fingers of terror. But the rest of you frowns.
"How's it roaring with no mouth?" you ask.
"I don't know," Tessa says.
The fiend stops roaring and blinks, as though the notion is something of a conundrum to him as well. Then he glares, bellows once more, and charges.
===Conclusion===
Whether she's amid the crystal and magma of her subterranean realm, the snowy wastes of the north, the sinister passages of a skeletal maze, or in the very bowels of hell, Rakshara's warrior spirit guides her.
Thus, it's her tall orange form that meets the red demon's charge.
Two war cries mingle -- one a roar of savage slaughter, the other the crisp sound of breaking crystal. Two bodies clash.
Infernal metal rains down in clubbing blows and arcing sweeps that would shatter lesser warriors' defenses like glass and split their bodies wide open. But a lesser warrior who led Rakshara's life would have perished long ago. Her crystal shield, the substance of her kin and ancestors, bears the demonic assault without flinching. Rogar's Dream does likewise. Its thinner, lighter blade endures the onslaught of the axe-like weapons fastened to the demon's forearms. Its metal gleams, as keen and strong as in the days when Rogar forged it and Roland wielded it. The weapon's destiny is greater than the fiend's...
When it comes, the oroc's return blow is no less furious than his. A single powerful chop buries her blade deep in his eyeball head, parting whatever brain might seethe within.
The demon's arms swing for several more seconds -- blind, crazed, staggering swings that cleave the air in spinning circles. Then he falls.
"In the days when I ruled Krezzor, you would have been a fine champion for my infernal legions. After we cut you a path from hell, you'll leave a hundred demon princes praying to the gods they despise -- asking them to make sure you live a life of the most damnable sin."
Rakshara beams at him. Brachus has a way with words.
Category: Infernal Affairs