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

Between the combined efforts of himself and Sir Fleuri, the Curse Abomination they assaulted fell in short order, its magically-mutated form unable to sustain mortal injury. As soon as he was satisfied that the beast was truly dead, Renar yanked his poleaxe out from its skull, giving Fleuri a brief incline of his head in acknowledgement, though not without a brief barb.

[color=ff5000][b]"You truly can't help yourself when it comes to mounting a monster, can you?"[/b][/color] He jibed, flicking the blood and cursed viscera from his weapon with a brief twirl of the haft. [color=ff5000][b]"In any case, one down. Three to go."[/b][/color] His helmeted gaze swept over the field for the moment, stopping briefly at Captain Fanilly's efforts in possibly felling another soon. [color=ff5000][b]"Perhaps two."[/b][/color]

Renar hefted his poleaxe up, eyeing the available distribution of forces on the field, as well as the remaining abominations. 

[color=ff5000][b]"We ought to divide our efforts, now that we know for certain how to fell these. Rally a contingent to emulate what we just did for one, and I'll do the same for the other."[/b][/color]

[@Crimson Paladin]