[@TheDarkTemplar]


"aye, captain, its my work. Needed a signal. Needed to get rid of the sights." He was sitting on a stump when Evelyn had shown up, back to the inferno as he stared off into the distance. Big village. Lot of problems. Though that didn't mean he wouldn't run in head first if it meant finding the dreamer. 
Bartuc turned his attention back to Evelyn. "Do You feel it? This dream isn't like all of ours. It is far too complex. The monster that started this is here or in a goblin." He prayed for the groups safety and offered a silent prayer that all of them would escape this. 
As he stood up, the fire doused itself as the memory shifted ever so slightly. The forest back to its unhealthy form with no burn marks to show. With a sigh he walked over to the tree line and struck again with his hammer. In minutes the conflagration was raging all over again. "gonna be a long night" he mumbled.

[@Ace of flames01][@Zetsuko]

Ruinil was all smiles and words, all aimed at Marcus and his desire to kill her for the good of the order. Pathetic demons always tried to lie their way out of trouble. Sooner or later he would finish the job. 
"save your words for someone who cares, half-beast. I mean to be back to reality quickly." So a templar named Karl was the owner of the dream. A vivid nightmare of endless death. Yet he still fought on to the last, determined to destroy this hell. Honorable man. He would make a fine addition to his regiment if they survived this whole backwards world. 
"You did your best to save him. For that you are not my target yet. But I warn you now, and only once," he turned on his feel with speed and grace, his pistol already leveled at her and fired. The beam missed her head by an inch to destroy a creature emerging from a nearby alleyway. "I will not hesitate to kill any templar who defies the order." Trusting the lesson was understood he turned to find more monsters beginning to enter the small town. "Kill the filth quickly. We need to find shelter." The firearm fired off twice more in rapid succession, to the misery of its enemies.