Venetus roared with the power of War, he charged forward like a horseman of War, his flaming sword rising and arching. He reached the ghost's first, his burning aura rolling around his cut's and charges. Giving slice and carving towards ASaber, bits of his armour was being ripped and chipped away by the warriors, but even as his beautiful armour soon became tatters in the wind, he cut and pushed and the blades and spears that sliced his skin, seemed not to put him down. 

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But then slowly but surely as he charged closer ASaber his strength was failing, he could call on more, he could call on the inner wolf, but no! He would not stoop to Ruber's problem solving decisions of letting the beast take over. He charged and stumbled, but final reached Asaber, he swung his two gladius, but slow and sluggish, muscle no longer reacting to brainwaves, but bone and essence responding to pure will. Despite the fact that the power from his aura was growing smaller, it grew brighter a star is always that much brighter before it collapses. 

With his two swords in swing, his clothes almost in tatters, covered in blood. Venetus was also who he was the moment he came into this world, naked, bloody and secretly wanting to go back to the place before life but not before crying out into the night letting his presence be heard. He leapt.

NBerserker looked up and this momentarily distracted by the sound of the wolfen prince of war. 

Ruber who still had RBerserker's sword in his gut, turned to look towards his brother. "YOU FOOL! We haven't even used the future technology yet!" He shouted. 

Venetus sent his brother a message mentally, they were in the room of their mind, where they could go via mana link to converse privately and instantly almost like a shared dream for a split second. The brothers where there, but as younger versions of themselves, early teens they looked, after they had learned the words of men, but the truth of the wild still ever present on their faces, it was a time when they were happy with each other and the world, a place mentally they could always talk as equals. 
"I've always been an old soul brother, the lone wolf. You are the Alpha of a glorious pack, but I am my own Alpha, Beta and Omega as well as a child of War, war is unpredictable and it can be fought for many reasons, some not only sensical, so if I die here then I have died a Marcellus, a small warrior able to sup at fathers table." Venetus raised his hand parting his middle and ring finger to form a V shape. "Live long and prosper." Venetus finished.

"If you die, I'll just bring you back." Ruber said his voice full of anger, "Don't you dare leave me!"
"You only want me around to be there for you, not for myself. If I die do not summon me again unless it is life or death." 
And then the mental link was severed. And once again Venetus was right where he left of, mid swinging leap. The church slowly forming around them.