With the remaining twisted beings reduced to twitching piles of flesh Gerhard glanced around at his companions, it surely seemed true, he was no man of battle or swift movements. Or powers magical in nature, he was simply a man with conviction. Being the only one with any particular wound hadn't embarrassed the man, no, he thought only of the great skill his companions had possessed. The strongman had felt safe within the folds of these people, but would their combined might be able to see them through the horrors that await them? [i]Of course![/i]

The muscled man had pondered to himself for a bit, always was he thinking of something. The sort of thing that kept him from becoming a hollowed mass of muscle. Always have your mind set on something, whether it be your absolute goal or your favorite colour. After preforming some very cursory first aid upon his upper arm Gerhard chuckled as the party began their preparations to continue onward, [color=a187be]"Remind this older fool not to have any arguments with you all"[/color] 

Whilst it was a sarcastic comment, it feigned its own meaning. For it was true, he was frightened, these people seemed to have no hesitation in their slaughter. One such companion in particular had darkened his thoughts, the young boy, Lucas. The poor things body, skeletal, wreathed in wounds that could not all be caused through battle. His howling decimation of the hallows had chilled Gerhard's bones, [i]does the boy know of the finer things in life? Nature, peace, silence, mustaches?[/i] Yes, the creatures were no longer human, but do they really deserve to be destroyed? Perhaps it is so, to rest their souls.

The thought could not separate from the strongman's mind as they began to move again, [color=a187be]"I hope the poor creatures do not feel such suffering in their demise as they do in life"[/color] The grim thought, at least to Gerhard, continued to haunt him.