At his captain's signal Glodin charges forward, closing the gap between him and his victim. During his advance he saw the Deamon Saarthan retreat from the battle, as if feeling fear of the templars and their power. Without a moments hesitation he hurled his hammer at the Dead God. Glodin switched his grip on his pickaxe before grasping it with his right hand also. [color=39b54a]"This is for all the innocent lives you have taken! Fall before the might of Glodin Quarrey!"[/color] he said as he slammed his pick into Krovah's hip, peircing flesh and bone. He removed his pick from his opponent and stepped back as Krovah started to fall. 

[color=f26522]"Damn you dwarf!"[/color] was all the beast could say before Glodin's pick swung upwards through his lower jaw and jutting out the top of his skull. Glodin removed his pick from the beast with a smile, not caring that his beard was soaked in Krovah's foul blood.



Meanwhile, Glodin's hammer flew true and nailed the back of the imitator Dead God's helmet, leaving a fairly decent sized dent.