Athinar's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the city. Smoke and flame from the front gate, screams of terror within.  Athinar wouldn't have thought it odd for Torrens or Shukra to have jumped the gun, but they both knew better. Most likely, it was some lesser minion who had found his way in, and had begun the attack early. Still, he didn't mind Narza taking the initiative in this case. The little ghost had proven herself useful, and that would be appreciated. Nodding, Athinar swung aroung, looking back at his group. [color=FireBrick][b]"Everyone! They know we're here! No need for stealth, now. We can slaughter the guards, but we need to kill the sorcerers first."[/b][/color]

Sprinting towards the thick wooden gates, the huge man drew back a fist, and leaping at the portal, punched them apart, knocking them to either side, and shattering the crossbeam, landed amongst unconsious guards and scattered splinters of wood.

Absentmindedly stomping on a guard's windpipe, dispatching the civic defender, Athinar looked down the long street. Narza had blocked off quite a few streets, leading the guards to him in a straight line. Snarling like a wolf in pleasure, he bounded along the path, howling as the first few guards came into his vision. The guards, 15 in number, were taken aback as they saw this... beast of a man, and halted their forward movement, stumbling. He capitalized on this, and slid forward, twisting his right foot up in a high kick, snapping their leader's neck. Stepping back, Athinar, fell into Rock Style, waiting for the smaller group to approach. [i]This should be fun.[/i]