Some part of him must have heard them too. When the sorcerer in white yelled his warning he was already making for cover. Delwyn was next to him.

He could feel it. The pressure building as the sound of his blood pounded in his ears momentarily silencing everything. His breath felt as if it froze in his lungs and he exhaled heavily. His eyes had closed. He didn't remember when, but he opened them now. 

He peeked out assessing the situation. Gerhard had charged the archers and managed to trap them between himself and the strange man with his mystifying eye. Saira rushed a hollow intent on cutting down the friendly giant and three of the hollowed soldiers were moving towards where he and Delwyn were hiding, shoulder to shoulder their shields at the ready.

His eyes darted to the book that the sorcerer's hands grasped. “I hope you can use that”, he said, his voice monotone. The frost in his lungs chilled his words along with his mind forming an edge sharp as cold steel. Without waiting for a response he started drawing shapes in the air with his own catalyst, the metal talon where an index finger ought to be. Though the air remained unchanged the fluorescent glow of the symbols in his minds eye intensified, his physical eyes glowing with the magic. Flicking his talon towards the three advancing hollow the glow of the symbols flashed into existence momentarily then vanished. As the light faded the bellowing of a disembodied warrior exploded from behind the hollows. It was a phantom of sound and nothing more but it stole the advancing hollows attention.

They turned searching for the body of the bellowing cry. Drawing his bone dagger Lucas sprinted towards the group slicing at the hamstrings of the right soldier which fell to one knee. The middle hollow spun around alarmed but it's breastplate was made for a man not so withered and Lucas drove his dagger through the gap between flesh and metal piercing skin, just barely missing the heart. The dagger came free of the wound dark and wet. The dagger, which in truth looked more like a fang chiseled to form an edge and the base wrapped in tattered cloth, still bled the toxin of whatever creature it came from. A blow so close to the heart meant that the poison would circulate quickly causing wild spasms in the muscles before seizing. Knowing this Lucas retreated a few paces and then moved to position the kneeling hollow between him and the poisoned one. The third  hollow sought to advance but the other began flailing uncontrollably, bashing him with it's shield. The third hollow made to defend itself from the flailing while Lucas slit the kneeling ones throat with minimal effort, its body making a heavy thud as it hit the ground. It twitched briefly and then was still. 

Positioned behind the flailing hollow he ran forward tackling it into the other hollow. Both fell to the ground flailing. At that moment a light burst into existence from behind Lucas and he turned as Saira threw a bolt of lightning at a hollow archer on top of the nearby waterway. As the bolt impacted an explosion erupted in Lucas' mind.

“FECKING, FEEECK”, he yelled.

He felt the shaft of the arrow before he saw it jutting from his left shoulder. Where before the blood had been pounding in his head now it was thundering to the beat of the pain. His senses abandoned him drunk on a cocktail of adrenaline, pain, and head pressure. It dredged up something basic from deep within exploding from his throat in a snarl and a baring of teeth akin to a wolf's warning.  

Charging the archer, his voice roaring as he squeezed the hilt of his fang. The hollow knocked a second arrow. With a twang the arrow whistled through the air, but this time Lucas saw it. He ducked, evading the projectile while sprinting on all four never slowing. 

The hollow tried to knock a third arrow, but Lucas fell upon him before it could draw back the string, pinning the archer to the ground. There was no precision to it. The throat, an eye, at least seven to the chest. Up and down, in and out, the dagger drove on towards it's purpose. Each time he and it both a shade darker.

The hollow was limp when he dropped his dagger and tightened his hands around the hollows skull. He hammered it into the earth. Once. Twice. Thrice. Faster and faster. He howled and hollered as he bashed the hollows skull into the ground to the frenzied beat of the blood thundering in his ear. 

When he finally pulled himself up from the corpse his breathing came in gasps, his face and torso covered in gore, his eyes wild and seeking. He roared.