As if from thin air the playful banter and chatter of the group was interrupted, the grim reality of Lordran came clearly back into view. A frightening score of beings long lost to the curse arise and release volley after volley of burning arrows. It would seem that the groups numbers would do nothing to deter lost souls.

His companions ready themselves, ducking into cover or behind walls of steel. However, Gerhard is left undefended. Not a man of battle, without armour two stakes of wood pierce the man's upper arm. Crying out in agony the strongman barrels past the uncounted undead towards the snipers. 

[color=a187be]"I do not condone violence, but sometimes there must be exceptions!"[/color] he bellows out, in some hopes to justify it in his own mind, these were people after all. Reluctantly his thick arms smash into the craniums of several bow wielding hollows, before getting ready to defend himself from further attack.