Grendrick had enjoyed the cries of his foes, the results of his howl were plenty and inspiring of prideful nature for the Lupine. However under the guise of this howl many new threats marched and made their way into the presence of combat, the rats were many in numbers and the Dwarves were being picked off little by little as they tried to hold back the foul vermin. This effort was failing under the pressure of the new foes however, these new armored Rats forced weaknesses in the Dwarven lines and presented greater challenge than their lesser trained kin. It was bleak at beast for the present, to many of the short-folk, but Grendrick was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He reveled in the gathering of stronger prey, of more powerful enemies, of the dangerous granted to him for furious behavior. 

Grendrick was still near King Cragshield, unable to move and aid him in time of his injuries, but plenty able to swath away the normal ratkin before turning to the stout dwarf with a seemingly evil chuckle.

"New Rats, old tricks. Come Dwarf, it is time I show you how to fight!" Grendrick then growled to the large Rat-Commander as it snarled and stared down the King with a desire to end the Dwarf's life. Grendrick acted hastily without much concern for the consent of the King of the Dwarves. He uproared his body and matched the commander in a display of size and power, but then the mighty Lupine hoisted the Dwarf by the collar of his armor and planted the short-folk on his back. The angry wolf than smirked in a wicked, beastial, way that only one such as himself could do as he tore out on all fours towards the mighty Commander. The duo were now jousting the Skaven Commander like a peasant and the Ratkin would have to be more wary than before as they pair seemed to meld rather quickly.

The King of the Dwarves, Cragshield, planted his feet firmly on Grendrick's back and tightly wound his shield hand into the thick fur, all the while his sword arm raised in a steady stance for combat. The short-folk gave a hardy testament of disdain to the Wolf's tactic as it first happened, but as Grendrick sailed off towards their target the Dwarf couldn't help but grin at the idea. The Dwarf was over-come with a sense of combat glory and the stories that would be told of "Cragshield the Lycan-rider!" This made the Dwarf holler in glorious tones of robust slander to the Rats and their filth. He was ready to bathe in the blood of the vermin and sing tales of their valor the moment the last rat was slain.

Grendrick was mere feet from the Commander before his sprint turned into the iconic pounce of a beast. The ten foot tall Lycan lunged with a Dwarf upon his back and he latched onto the Commander of the pathetic mice, his lupine snout snapping into the shoulder of the Commander as they Rat-Leader's arms were too busy trying to hold off Grendrick's claws and arms from wrapping around him, and his leg armor protected him from any damage, but made perfect holds for Grendrick's feet. The two were locked together, and all the while Grendrick was tearing into the armor of the Skaven's shoulder, he growled out words to the mounted temporary comrade.

"Tiny! Go! Attack the pathetic being!" Grendrick's words were loud and clear to the Dwarven mountee who rode upon the wolf's back, and his actions were equal proof to his understanding.

The Dwarven King raised his warhammer and dropped it upon the Ratkin Commander's, the head of his weapon was pristine even after all the bloodletting of the war that has been raging, and it crashed onto the obsidian helm with an immense sound. It was the sound of glass shattering against a ten-ton hammer. This dazed the ratkin commander, but it also broke the helm into three pieces and caused it to fall to the ground with a plinking sound that was lost to the noise of war. The Skaven recoiled it's head and fought Grendrick away in a flurry of arms and body-turns that forced the brutish wolf off the hold of the Rat. Grendrick was now on all fours a few feet back form the Skaven, and Cragshield stood atop the mighty wolf like a true warrior. They pair roared out together and the Skaven returned the favor with a bellowing screech and a snarl that rallied cries of his lesser units as they fought against the Dwarven forces, but Cragshield responded with something much louder than a warcry's holler.

[color=coral]"I am Reirsun Cragshield, Son of Roirsun, Grandson of Rothsun, King of this Mountain! You filth will not push me out of my home! You will fall to my Hammer! DWARVES WE FIGHT FOR OUR GLORY AND OUR HONOR! WE FIGHT FOR OUR FATHERS UNDER THE MOUNTAIN!"[/color] These words rallied more than just soldiers, it rallied Fathers, Brothers, Husbands, and Men. It rallied their hearts, souls, minds, and bodies all at once. Their was little that could be done to dwindle the spirit of a proud Dwarf, and even less for a proud Dwarf with the crown of a King and the words of a Friend. Reirsun Cragshield refused to let his fight be lost so easily and he vowed to personally smash the skull of every last Skaven that dared to enter his halls.