((Whew, that become a wall of text. I think it started to get a bit Mary Sueish there, but it was at least fun to write. Then again, stemming that is part of why I like to play absurd characters
Battle music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTQIogLBFBs))
Moments after the two armies begin fighting, Tiberious raises his seldom-used but shiny longsword and shouts "Finesse is for pussies and gnomes, CHARGE!!" He bolts towards the opposing army with reckless abandon, the gravitas of his straightforwardness drawing some of the Ruby Keep forces to follow to the front he's creating.
Steel clashes with steel, and blood is spilled on both sides. The Ruby Keep forces prove a vital necessity for Tiberious's success. The soldiers draw some of the heat off of him and help to thin the numbers, while the odd spellcaster provides ever useful support. They are a backup force. They are protection from overwhelming numbers. However, they are something yet more important to Tiberious, something that guarantees that he will triumph in a bloody route.
They are an audience.
Upon first clashing with the opposing army, Tiberious launches into a flashy dance of death with his sword. He moves with unexpected agility for a man his size, cutting down several opposing soldiers before blades can be turned against him. A few cuts land from the horde he's positioned himself in the middle of, but if they're hurting him, it's not showing.
As more eyes gather upon him, he becomes more ferocious. Sliding on his scizore with one hand while punching out a would-be assailant with the other, he lets loose a monstrous bellow and charges, impaling soldiers until there is no more room left on his weapon. With no signs of him slowing down, the Orphan soldiers surrounding him begin to have reservations, causing him to egg them on. "Don't stop now, I'm just getting to the fun part!" As more soldiers move in, he holds his arm out and begins to spin around, using the mass of soldiers stuck on his scizore as a meat bludgeon to force them away.
The spectacle causes enemy soldiers to begin gawking, which only feeds his power. With a small bubble made around him, Tiberious drops the weapon and pulls out his flying blade, creating a whirlwind of death around him and doubling the cleared space. Archers begin firing arrows at him, but those that aren't cut down seem to do little to stop him. With a thirst for blood in his eyes, he walks towards the archers, bringing the spinning hellsphere he's made around himself with him. Most of the archers retreat, but some are cut down.
The attacks continue, but it's questionable whether Tiberious even feels pain right now. The fact that it is impossible how much of the blood covering his body belongs to him and how much belongs to soldiers only furthers the notion that he has the durability of a bear. No, were he that easy to kill there would yet be hope for the Orphans. They have been thrown into an arena for execution, left to face a wild animal tearing them limb from limb.
By now, the Ruby Keep soldiers near him are doing less fighting than they are cheering on for him. When the voices reach a sufficient mass, he draws the weapons gifted to him by the Avatar of Kord and redoubles his fury, beginning to fight his way towards enemy wizards. He moves like a well-oiled killing machine, parrying attacks coming from many angles with the mace while driving the spear through the throats and hearts of those that draw too close. Spells begin to fall around him, ranging from fire and ice to more devious magics designed to sap his strength. He manages to shrug off several, but one eventually takes, causing him to buckle and giving the Orphan soldiers a chance to dogpile and begin stabbing away.
Gasps come from the Ruby Keep forces, followed by chants of "Thunderface! Thunderface!" coupled with stomping and clapping. To the horror of the soldiers, Tiberious busts through, grabbing one soldier and bouncing him off the ground, only to jump into the air and onto his back. He then rides the man like a surfboard over a crowd of soldiers before they all crash. The reality is that the cheering mages of Ruby Keep frantically casted a coordinated cocktail of healing magic and counterspells for the enervation, but to the Orphans, it appeared to be some sort of hellish anti-miracle, as if Tiberious was powered by the cheering of the audience.
Back in high spirits, Tiberious mixes brutality with flourishes, spinning around before chopping off limbs and slicing armor open. He lands next to a mage and speaks loud enough for his audience to hear. "Never to fear, noble crowd! Thanks to your belief in me, I've found the weakness of these magic types!" The mage gives a sneer and raises his hands to cast again, only for Tiberious to step in and cut his hands off. While he's in shock, Tiberious says "Try sapping my muscles now, you damn bookworm," and lops his head off. Another round of cheers erupt from the Ruby Keep forces.
Tiberious makes a show of killing more of their forces when he sees a familiar face; the man who ran a lance through him back on monster island. With a dramatic point, Tiberious yells "You! I made a promise on what I'd do when I next saw you again!" Tiberious begins cutting a path to the man. The soldier tries to retreat while the Ruby Keep forces become increasingly vested in the bloody spectacle. He eventually runs out of room to run, and Tiberious brings down his falcata with a dramatic swing, seemingly missing.
The soldier looks surprised, but then thinks luck is on his side. "Looks like you've finally run out steam. Who'd have thought I get to kill the prized beast twice?" Tiberious lets out a small laugh and points at a small cut he made, reaching through his armor and slightly into his torso. "What, you thought I was trying to kill you with that? I was just making an opening, I've got something special planned for the man who thought he could silence Thunder."
With that, Tiberious's hands shoot forward, his fingers piercing into both sides of the crack. With his muscles bulging, Tiberious begins to forcibly stretch the gap,slowly tearing the man open and leaving him helpless to fight back. With his stomach eventually torn open, Tiberious yanks out his intestines and begins to garrote the man with them. As the life leaves his eyes, Tiberious looks at him and says "You know, now that we're here, I'm not sure if I told you I was going to strangle you with your own intestines next time I saw you, or if it was someone else. No matter! Done is done."
With the final kill for his little patch of the battlefield done, Tiberious stands triumphant amidst the sea of corpses, having fashioned a victor's crown from the man's entrails. Looking at both ally and enemy in the surrounding field, he roars "Are you not entertained?"
Much of his Ruby Keep audience is aghast at the finale, and horror becomes mixed in with the adulation he's been receiving. Nonetheless, the cheering does not stop, and when a chance is presented, qualified members of the force begin tending to Tiberious's substantial wounds, healing him up for the next round of battle.
After all, a performer's work is never done.
