Grendrick was amidst the fight of the Skaven like a brilliant flame dancing in the darkness of a Midnight ritual. His body darted and dove between the packs of rats all the while Dwarves made their way in and out of the flanks. It wasn't until two noises erupted into the air that Grendrick was pulled from his blood-thirsty haze of combat.

Close to him was the frontlines, the Dwarven shield wall was short but mighty by many standards and their metal clanged with the Skaven forces trying to force their way through. Grendrick aided their metal-shelter by swatting away small arm-fulls of the Ratkin at a time, tossing and launching them back towards their breach while the dwarves moved in little by little with the progress made for them. However it didn't last long as eventually a Rat decided to enact a tactic befitting the filth. A singular rat used it's small size and agility to dash and maneuver through the field before leaping off the shield-wall into the backline of the Dwarves. There it was a skewered Skaven, but it's tactic was solid as it unleashed the raw power of a magic scroll. A massive hole now sat where there was once a stalwart defense of Dwarves and the corpses of Skaven. Now there lain the bodies of both kin as they roared with flames and died down into smoldering embers. Smoke rose from the large blast area and Grendrick felt the pressure of the Skaven rising heavily on the Dwarves. The short mountain-folk did all they could to bolster the hole in their ranks.

This act alone made Grendrick step up his game, he was unwilling to lose to mere rats and his pride was too large to let them get away with such a cowardly tactic. This is when Grendrick's flames died away and the warmth of Ayse's spellcraft left his body, but it wasn't without benefits. The flames had boosted Grendrick's natural healing and his skin now felt anew where it had been bruised, battered, and cut. His ribs that had punctured through his skin to the outside were still very much stabbing through, but the skin had closed up around them and healed to prevent his bleeding. He was a rested man, a healed warrior, and a hungry wolf and this was the perfect time to show such nature with great vigor and power to the enemy.

Grendrick was faced with a small horde of enemies, ranging around ten bodies with a few dancing in and out of this number between oncoming Dwarven foot-soldiers. Grendrick started this engagement by quite simple leaping onto the first and with the crushing weight of his body collapsed the first one's chest. Then the mighty Wolf took the Rats on each side of him and laced his massive hands around their necks and crushed their necks and spinal cords into a smattering of bone shards before letting them fall to the ground in agonizing screeches. The wolf then grabbed the next one on his right by the tail as it tried to run and he yanked it closer, causing the rat to lose it's footing and fall. It scratched and clawed at the ground while trying to prevent the Wolf from catching it, but the weak animal was a joke compared to Grendrick's strength and within seconds the Skaven's ankles and legs were handles for Grendrick and the mighty Lycanthrope used the ratkin as a club. He swathed the filthy creature across the air cracking two Skaven's heads open with a single strike, and causing his weaponized foe to screech and bleed profusely as it flailed and was used to wallop a final Skaven into the ground like a hammer on a nail. The blood that sprayed all around Grendrick and his madness of combat was grand, showering himself in yet another bath of the rat's blood. The rest of this small horde ran in terror of Grendrick as the wolf discarded the Skaven he wielded as a weapon without a care. His enemy viewed this Lycan like a monstrosity, a god of War, like a war machine, like an unstoppable force of nature. But they weren't ready for the Beast's next action.

Grendrick was just about to push more of the frontline before he heard the second erupting sound that echoed across the room to him, moreso than the first ever could have, and it was Marianne.

Her cry of pain and agony raised something from Grendrick that he thought he had left behind after the first fight, as the voice was clearly Marianne's but he couldn't help but hear [i][b]Her[/b][/i] voice over Marianne's. It was like an illusion that played a foul trick on Grendrick's mind and it enraged him. He was hearing her voice, and her image, but Marianne was the one in agony. He couldn't fathom letting either of them get hurt, it was almost as if Marianne had become "Her" for a moment and it caused Grendrick to resort his earlier tactic.. this was the only real reason Ayse's words seemed to "fit" as a command. He didn't actually hear her say anything to him in his mindset, but he acted on his own accord and his accord looked listening for most purposes.

The mighty wolf leaped and sprinted through the lines of Skaven and the Dwarves, only stopping once he reached the King and the units surrounding him. There is where Grendrick let his body and his mind slowly dissipate once more, this would be the last time he let his mind play these unnerving tricks on him while in this rift. The Lycan coiled his body up tightly behind the guards, he was hunkered against the ground, his body seized up, his muscles tightened and began to writhe, his body shook, and his head curled into his chest. It seemed like an eternity passed while he held this position, but really it was only a few seconds. Then, once all Grendrick could hear in the world around him was silence, the Lycan exploded from his curled position. He thrusted his head higher into the air than before, reaching the peak of his height as his body extended to the tips of his claws and toes, his arms wide and his claws exposed to the world, it was now that he howled. He let out a Howl that resonated with power beyond belief into the depths of the Breach, it echoed out the main entrance into the Chasm, it vibrated deep into the bones of the Dwarves and Skaven, it pierced the souls of every living being and it was a Howl that could instill fear into even the most ferocious demons and other-wordly powers.