Bartuc felt the transformation of Ruinil and his blood all but boiled, a portion of her demonic energy siphoned from her to him like a wave of the purest ecstacy, promising him violence on end and blood to sate even his thirst. Bartuc drank willingly of the rage that burned in his stomach as the transformation took its full effect as it had on Ruinil. Eyes of crimson stared outwards as he threw the helmet to the side, his muscles bulging to the limit and more while they altered to suit his newfound strength. His howl was beastial as his axe and mace led his charge into the fray, a smile that revealed sharp fangs splayed across his face. Sense of mind let him differentiate between friend and foe, the latter was met openly with unrestrained fury. The night had been long and his hunt beginning to get fun. A demon of great power, knights of shadow, and the undead that sprang from the dream. Fireballs laid waste to the field, Ruinil was single-handedly winning the fight, but he was determined to kill as many foes as he could. [color=ed1c24]"TASTE MY STEEL! FEEL OUR BOND AND KNOW DEATH!"[/color] He roared, charging to Ruinils side. ----------------------------------------------- Marcus was unimpressed and unamused as the dream continued to shift, finally presenting a clear foe and a horde of monsters to battle for a last ditch effort in destroying the foul thing once and for all. Deftly he took aim and fired into the growing crowd, searing bolts of light blasted holes in everything it touched. Cythlla had summoned two hulking monstrosities, the corpses of fallen templar even being used to fuel it, but that didn't bother him. In death she had given these men the ability to avenge themselves. He ran by her and slashed, his rapier cutting a reaching shadow to nothingness, and nodded to her grimly. Better or worse they were in this together for now. When it was over would be when he made his decisions. Marcus was not a stupid man and knew Landeel would try to stop him if he tried anything. Old rebels died all the same.