[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Renar almost smiled when the Boars showed their faces. Finally. While he didn't share his best friends' utter animosity towards the Golden Boars, he was simply glad to finally be done with the tedious investigation and questioning. He dropped into a ready stance, taking up his poleaxe as he joined Fleuri in covering the Cazt girl, as per the captain's orders. No time for personal distaste. They had a battle to win and an objective to meet. 

He did smirk as Fionn and Gerard ignored orders for once and tore off, chomping at the bit to slaughter as many Boars as they could. Good to see he hadn't lost his touch in reading people, after all. 

[color=ff5000][b]"If you insist."[/b][/color] Renar gave a bereaved sigh towards Fionn in response, though not without getting one last statement in before he tore off out of range. [color=ff5000][b]"At least try to take the leader alive. We need answers."[/b][/color] With that said, he stepped forward, taking one hand off his weapon as he reached into a belt pouch. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Sir Fleuri, I'll cover the right flank. You take the left. Lady Cazt, do try to stay behind your protectors, yes?"[/b][/color] He said, rancor absent from his tone as he focused on the battle before them. The Curse Hounds charged, and Renar threw a brace of caltrops a ways into the ground away from the defenders. For anyone wearing decent footwear, they'd barely be an impediment. For a pack of madly charging dogs with soft paws? That was a different story. The first hound to approach stumbled and yelped in pain as it ran through the caltrops, and Renar cleaved into its head with a single swing of his poleaxe. His backswing smashed another's brains in with the hammer head, and the third hound tried to lunge at him, only for the Bastard of Brias to punt it in the snout. The demonic beast crumpled, and Renar's plated greave came crashing down into its neck. 

Then came the actual human wave. A pair of Boars rushed at Renar, and his expression behind his visor turned into one of manaical glee. His off hand reached into his belt pouch once more, and pulled out a pair of vials. He crushed them within the palm of his gauntlet, and hurled the contents out towards the Boars when they came into range. Fine sand, metal shavings, and the crushed glass of the vials went flying into their eyes, leaving them screaming and writhing for mere moments before Renar unceremoniously executed them with thrusts to the chest.

[color=ff5000][b]"Come, come!"[/b][/color] He laughed mockingly, brandishing his poleaxe in a defensive stance. [color=ff5000][b]"They say you Boars will do anything for victory, and yet you can't even manage that at this moment! Worthless!"[/b][/color]

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