His sword bounced off the creatures shield with a dull clang, sweat came off his brow. It had grown colder then usual, as if something worse was yet to come and that thought stuck in the back of his head like a thistle to wool. Frustration was setting in, as no matter how hard he tried he couldn't manage to get the better of this new foe. Maro was locked in a deadly battle between this unholy creature. Its swiftness was unnatural and each time he thought an opening appeared a shield or spear blocked it off instantly. Think! He would have to do better then this, he was a Templar after all! He began to notice that the spear men followed his movement, honed in like a dog to a fresh cut of meat, and a plan was set in motion.

Maro quickly side stepped, then began to walk forward to a pile of corpses, the spear men in front. As focused as it was, it soon tripped backwards, allowing a precious gap for Maro to fill with his sword. He plunged it down into the creatures chest, and ripped outwards, black blood spurting out. It brought up its spear, hitting him in the chest, nicked his armor and bruised the flesh. To that, Maro cut the creatures arm off, cursing it before quickly dispatching its head. He fell to his knees, gasping for air while his gaze looked at the battlefield. Soldiers were dying left and right, these things were their bane and hew knew it, but this did not destroy his resolve. If anything he felt empowered by the challenge.

Maro stood up then, for the Goddess was smiling upon him, and grabbed the creatures spear. He quickly found a target, in a creature assaulting a soldier who looked worse then him. His aim was true and the spear planted itself within the creatures neck. From his view, the spear men toppled over and he smiled. He ran off into the fray, quickly stumbling into Lord Bali, who told him of the dire need of the flank. Maro agreed to join the Lord and Fenris, for it felt right to do so, when asked by those above him. He quickly followed Bali to this new fate.