Glodin had a gut feeling that staying behind that rock was a huge mistake. His thoughts were reassured when he saw the cultists and their demonic general come into the clearing. The moment he set eyes upon the beast, he knew it was an unholy wretch that was birthed by evil more foul than he had ever seen. Glodin's stomach began to twist and he felt the urge to vomit, but that feeling quickly passed as his hand subconsciously found its way to the cold steel of his father's hammer. [i]Father, lend me your strength so I can make you proud.[/i] Those words echoed in his mind as his fingers traced the intricate runes on his hammer. He then swiftly drew his hammer and prepared to hurl it at the beast's head when suddenly a templar and his crew came forth and initiated battle with the group of cultists. In thr blink of an eye the red eyed elf sprang into battle to aid their fellow templars and the young girl summoned a grotesque centipede. As the centipede charged and attacked the beast leading the cultists, Glodin knew this was his only chance. He cocked back his arm wielding his hammer and took aim before letting the hammer fly, and it flew true heading strait for the beasts razor-teeth filled maw.