Schwing!
Slash!
"Gyahhhhh!" The sounds of weapons cleaving through the air and into flesh resounded around Frost, followed with the inevitable screams of monsters dying from his glaive. His beautiful white robes were covered in blood, as was his hair and weapon, the stench was quite impactful, but Frost didn't notice. He was completely in the zone, culling monster after monster like a machine, growing more and more efficient after each kill.
The constant supply of DP from those he killed kept his energy levels topped up and filled him with a mad pleasure which was portrayed by a crazy smile that stretched from ear to ear. He was having fun, the madness of war suited him greatly.
