[The clip opens with Anthony in silhouette at night, looking down - cut to a sheet of paper lit by network visuals propped upright on the wall alongside a kitchen countertop, pan down to a circular medal on the counter below, lit with three glowing blue symbols. Anthony's hand reaches down to set his seax on top. A bright blue glow, as a deep and reverberating voice (should you go back to watch the con teasers on Youtube, you'd best have dual speakers!) incants "Antorbok. Magormor. Ulyaoth."
The sword is lifted off the medal by three blue beams and Anthony takes it, glowing blue itself, out of the air. Brings it close enough to light up his face - in a few places bloody holes are beginning to be eaten into his skin, and his eyes are sunken and grayed-out.
He reels, back hunched, throwing an is-the-coast-clear look on guard behind him with the camera angled and zoomed out, experimentally getting into the most solid fighting stance he can.
There's a cut to a brighter scene of "the messenger" standing stunned in a doorway, looking much the same way as Anthony, dragging a longsword behind him. Focus shifts to a hooded man grinning in front of an altar, also in a similar state, who lurches toward him, grabs him by the shoulders and lunges for his neck with his teeth bared while the messenger tries to shake loose.
Flash-cuts of a combat scene - glowing sword lashing at monsters, yanking out of a downed one. As the screen goes black a couple of solid seconds, Anthony's voice comes on very hoarse, very tired and croaking - but not nervous. In fact, more hopeful, if very deliberately.]
It's...
[Continues as the screen lights back up to Anthony - head too bowed for his face to show up, but otherwise looking a bit roughed-up, catching his breath flashing yellow.]
...nothing that's - going to kill me... remember?
[Then his arm drops off.
A split-second look at his face as he looks down after it before the screen whites out.]
[Teaser]
The sword is lifted off the medal by three blue beams and Anthony takes it, glowing blue itself, out of the air. Brings it close enough to light up his face - in a few places bloody holes are beginning to be eaten into his skin, and his eyes are sunken and grayed-out.
He reels, back hunched, throwing an is-the-coast-clear look on guard behind him with the camera angled and zoomed out, experimentally getting into the most solid fighting stance he can.
There's a cut to a brighter scene of "the messenger" standing stunned in a doorway, looking much the same way as Anthony, dragging a longsword behind him. Focus shifts to a hooded man grinning in front of an altar, also in a similar state, who lurches toward him, grabs him by the shoulders and lunges for his neck with his teeth bared while the messenger tries to shake loose.
Flash-cuts of a combat scene - glowing sword lashing at monsters, yanking out of a downed one. As the screen goes black a couple of solid seconds, Anthony's voice comes on very hoarse, very tired and croaking - but not nervous. In fact, more hopeful, if very deliberately.]
It's...
[Continues as the screen lights back up to Anthony - head too bowed for his face to show up, but otherwise looking a bit roughed-up, catching his breath flashing yellow.]
...nothing that's - going to kill me... remember?
[Then his arm drops off.
A split-second look at his face as he looks down after it before the screen whites out.]