Gregor stands and steps away from the bonfire, finally noticing the carnage and firestorms in the swamp. He hefts his mighty shield and sword forgetting his helm sitting by the tree. He strides out into the swamp to meet up with the small group of fighters several times he crushed hollowed underfoot but payed them no mind. One hollow that was laying in wait beneath the fetid water of the swamp lept out at him, clambering onto him, the hollow trying to bite and claw through his armor with little effect. It took several moments and a great deal of growling and frenzied motion to draw Gregor's attention. When it finally did he just glanced over at the hollow as though it was little more that a pest. He kept walking and found a sturdy tree and smashed the annoying hollow between the tree and his armored body. after the hollow was little more than a rotten bag of splintered bone he took off towards the group again. The flame in the distance flickered on just as he was within a few steps of the group. 

he muttered to himself as he pushed past the group, [color=f08080]"The light, into the light... or dont, mmm... once more into the light.. n-nooo... no! I can't remember, hahhahhah."[/color] he stomps off past everyone in a straight line towards the beacon in the distance with little regard for the muck.