ooc: I'm assuming that news of the wall breach would get around quickly, so...

ic: Dart heard the news from the Avians that had just delivered the news about the wall breach. He felt a need to help out, so he abandoned his position and began to run as fast as his body would carry him. His injured legs werren't really agreeing with him, but he would do it anyway. He just hoped he could get there quickly.

((Sorry, RL kept me MIA.))
"Sir Kyle, Sir Kyle!" a voice called.
Kyle turned to see one of his troops approaching.
"What is it, solder?" he asked.
"One of the Avians reported that the main forces are needed to support the wall, and I was sent to find you."
"Damn it, there's still undead in these woods." Kyle debated for a moment, then said, "Take me to where the others are."
Kyle followed the solier through the woods, to where the main group was located. Once there, Kyle planted his swords into the ground.
"You people are supposed to follow me!" Kyle yelled. "Why didn't you!?"
"Sir," one of them said, "you were running in such a random pattern, we got lost trying to keep up with you."
"You are to follow me no matter what!" Kyle yelled with emphasis.
"Sir—"
"Forget it. Apparetly we're needed back to reinforce the wall, but there are still undead in these woods. I want twenty-five men to remain here." Kyle counted off the twenty-five soldiers. "I want te other seventy-five to come back with me. The twenty-five staying here, give the others your shit; you won't be needing it. Spread out and track the undead."
After the twenty-five had given their fecal matter to another twenty-five, Kyle drew his swords from the ground and led the seventy-five back to the camp. Upon arriving, he found the undead ogres had managed to break through.
"Damn," Kyle muttered. "We're too late." He turned to his soldiers and gave them the order, "Get your flints out and start lighting your shit up! And heave it at those bastard ogres!"
Kyle turned back to the ogres. After all, the camp was cleared of forest, so it's not like a forest fire would ignite if they flames were chucked inwards. Kyle plantedhis swords into the ground again and got out his own bottle and popped the cork off. It had time to become dry and packed, so he wouldn't have to worry about it spilling after being thrown. He put the bottle on the ground, drew out his flint, and began striking the stones. Sparks began to fly, and eventually the material in the bottle lit on fire.
"Here we go," Kyle said as he stood up, taking his bottle up with him.
Kyle charged forward, leaving his swords behind. He chuckled the botte at the head of one of the intruders, and saw seventy-five others fly. Soon after, the remaining twenty-five flew out. Kyle quickly ran back to retrieve his swords, then returned to the front of his group.

OOC: Stupid move.

IC:

Since most of the Undead Ogres were already on fire (I've pointed this out multiple times), the shit just gave them the ability to throw fire back at the Allies without removing their own limbs. A large chunk of the Undead Ogres wiped the shit off of them, and threw it back at Kyle and his soldiers. Several large pieces of flaming shit landing directly onto Kyle, since he was in the front of the group.

Edit - OOC: Hint, they are on fire...

Kyle simply brought his giant swords up to use as two shields to bock his face, and allowed his breatplate to take the hits to the body.
"Just a fleshwound," Kyle remarked.

The blades caught on fire, and so did Kyle's torso and legs.

OOC: According to you, shit burns good. You're covered in it.

((Yeah, and how does metal catch on fire exactly?))
Kyle slashes his swords to the sides, sending the shit on his blades to the ground((remember that it's hard and dry, and doesn't stick)), then simply stopped, dropped, and rolled. The fire ass put out easily, and Kyle was back up. He cntinued leading the charge against the ogres.
"Oh, you want some of this!?" Kyle yelled. "See how you like some holy blade up your undead anus!"
Kyle slashed with his left blade at one of the ogres. He took its legs off, then thrust his blade through its neck. Seeing an attack coming from somewhere, Kyle raised his right blade to defend. Granted, it was an ogre, so he was thrown off-balance temporarily. However, once he re-organized himself, he proceeded to shove his left blade up the attacking ogre' anus. He then proceeded to simply rip the blade out through he ogre's tailbone, rather than withdrawing it.
"Looks like someone's got torn butthole," Kyle remarked. "I don't think that feels good."
Kyle then stepped back as his seventy-five soldiers took over.

OOC: No, no, no. You do not charge into a group of 50 Ogres alone and walk out fine.

IC:

As Kyle mocked the Undead Ogre, the same Ogre turned around and grabbed Kyle's. Quickly raising him up high into the air, the Undead Ogre smashed Kyle's head down intot he ground, then spun around and threw Kyle at his own troops.

Yama pushed himself off the ground. Blood was pouring from a gash around his horns.

((Kyle didn't walk in alone, remember? He had seventy-five freakin' troops he was leading. What makes you think they suddenly decided to stop without being ordered to stop?))

OOC: Fine, you don't stand around mocking things over three times your size. And you know that those 75 troops are suiciding, seeing as they are just little humans fighting flaming Undead Ogres. They barely even have a number advantage.