[i]NOT AGAIN! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN AGAIN![/i]For the last few days Karl has witnessed friends and allies die, rage and hate filling his mind. Now with the sight of more dead Templars and cultist Karl lets out a bellow that stops the fighting for but a moment, rushing in blades drawn, Karl becomes a whirlwind of steel death. Slicing a cultist's head from his body, Karl continues to slice and dice cultists, slicing limbs and body parts from the cultists Karl's blades become deadlocked with one of the cultist's."You bastards will all die by my blade." Pushing through the cultist's blades Karl watches as Bartuc burns a swath through the enemies to Ruinil. 

Karl charges to Bartuc and Ruinil's side, sliding on his knees in next to Ruinil Karl drops his blades and places his hands on her side white light emits from his hands healing Ruinil to a more survivable state."COVER ME SO I CAN MOVE HER OUT OF THE WAY!" Karl yells at Bartuc his voice straining against his own rage. Even if Bartuc didn't cover him Karl wouldn't leave an ally to die, picking up Ruinil and throwing her over his shoulder and picking up his long sword Karl gets up and readies himself to move.