"Deathstalkers! Attack!" The senior Forsaken yelled out and the battle had begun. Oliver was in a state of shock. He had seen battle before, but only recently. The Frosaken troops were skillfully trained and were holding their ground quite well. After the initial shock Oliver got ahold of himself. "Walker? We are not mere walkers risen from the grave. We are Forsaken!" He reached into his satchel and pulled out a greenish-blue potion and quickly downed the vial. In mere moments he grew almost three times his size in height and in strength.
Oliver grabbed a nearby tentpole and began swinging it like a madman at the human contingent, laughing maniacally the whole time. "Hooahahhha!! You should have eaten the raptor meat! Your deaths here will be much more painful. Hahahhaha!!!" Oliver clipped the side of one of the humans and he went flying through the air, landing in a heap 30 paces away.
*GUNSHOT!*
One of the humans began firing a rifle at the Forsaken and caught one off guard. The shot took off part of his rotted, right shoulder. They were quickly being surrounded when the one that had originally spoken came forward again.
"Walker is right. You're just a mindless heap of bones walking around my lands. My name is Cullen and you'd do well to remember it." "You think that you're going to win this fight? HAhahah... You have idea who you are dealing with do you?" Oliver began to panic now. He had no plan after this. He thought this would have been an easy win but the humans were proving to be much more resourceful than he gave them credit for. Oliver could see in the men's eyes though that they were beginning to fear the Forsaken here. Maybe if I push my bluff a little more... "You thought you could spark a war here in Arathi with a tunnel explosion? We've known about this operation for some time now. My team and I were sent specifically to deal with you. We're having fun here!" Oliver smashed a crate with the pole. The men began to back off a bit. If I can get us out from being surrounded we can win this yet. Oliver began to cackle loudly. The Deathstalkers finally realized what was happening and joined in. The men were frozen in terror. Whispers went around, "Is this for real?" "I don't want to die like this." "What are they planning for us?"
The men regrouped around Cullen who began yelling at his subordinates, "You damned fools! What can four Walkers do to us? We outnumber and outgun them!" The fear was instilled in them though. All of a sudden, the senior Deathstalker grabbed his sword and shield and yelled at the top of his lungs. The others reacted in the same way and the assault had begun anew. Oliver smiled in anticipation. He dropped the tentpole and picked up a spear that was on the ground. With his free hand he reached into his satchel and withdrew a vial with a brown liquid inside. He drank the contents and then grabbed his leather pouch he kept near to his chest. The pouch glowed a bright blue and the potion began to take affect. His skin became hard as rock... impenetrable. Combined with his increased size and strength he ran straight into the center of the fight like an unstoppable Hulk. "Let us finish this!"