[color=f7976a][u][center][b]Ser Llanowaar, Hunter of Unkindled[/b][/center][/u][/color]

It didn’t seem long before the warrior’s attention turned back to the immediate vicinity; due most in part that the Wyvern had crossed beyond their capabilities to fight. But instead of turning his blade onto his Unkindled adversaries, he watched as their surrounding came to life with activity. Rotting, desecrated corpses started raising from their resting places with the cries of horror. The situation was getting dicer by the moment, especially with the number of maddened Hollows that was surrounding the group steadily growing. When one mistakenly stumbled too close, Llanowaar slammed a quick hammer-fist into the creature’s jaw. Causing his opponent to stumble back to its knees, an echoing sound of steel piercing flesh erupted suddenly. With his sword firmly implanted into the monster’s back, he watched as the “life” left its eyes once more. 

[color=fff200]“These creatures are nothing but pawns… Mi’lady would be disappointed if her Champion were to fall to the likes of these.”[/color] Llanowaar told himself below breath, removing his sword from his enemy simultaneously.

Without lifting his head, he spun lightly on his toes towards his right with both hands gripped on “Requiem.” This movement would cause two of the nearest monsters to fly back and onto their stomachs, sending their shrieks of pain through the air. Coming to a stop, he slammed his sword into one’s back and his heel to the back of the other’s head. As the blood splatter spewed all over, he looked up to his Unkindled foes who hadn’t taken in the situation currently. Though he could use this to his advantage to take out one or two, he needed their “assistance” with their current predicament. Simply too many of their common dangers were appearing in number. And if they didn’t help one another quickly, all would be decimated. Swinging to his left and cutting down another creature, Llanowaar turned to his “temporary” allies and motioned for them to assist him in clearing a way out of their troubles. Beforehand, they were told to make haste to the Wall the man-in-the-tree spoke of; which would offer a strategical advantage against a horde of these monsters. Hopefully, his mistress would overlook this brief alliance so he could complete his task at a later time.