[color=A0A0A0][h2]Fleuri Jodeau[/h2][/color]

Fleuri followed Renar's lead, flanking the beast to the left, opposite the other knight.  He agreed with both Renar and Fanilly's assessments- they needed to strike at the legs and bring these things down to the knights' level, put the mutants' vitals within reach of their weapons.  They'd almost certainly shrug off any injury that didn't physically cripple or instantly kill them, and they were already no doubt much more [i]durable[/i] than an ordinary human.

Judging from their lack of regard for their own companions, these abominations were probably little more than unintelligent war beasts at this point, humanity and intelligence subsumed behind horrific mutation and probably perpetual agony.  They were not too dissimilar to the trolls in orc warbands, and he wouldn't be surprised if that was exactly what the Golden Boars had taken their inspiration from when they  created these...things.

There was no doubt in his mind that killing these things would be a mercy.

With the mutant focusing on Renar, to no avail, Fleuri closed in and slashed his greatsword at its hamstrings- or at least where they [i]should[/i] be assuming this thing still had somewhat human anatomy.  The abomination probably wouldn't even notice the pain of the blow, but if its legs couldn't physically work any more, it'd come crashing down regardless of how it felt.

[@Psyker Landshark][@VitaVitaAR]