Bartuc did not enjoy the quiet ride to the hive, his whole life he had been solitary but now it felt almost criminal to be so close to someone and still be so far away. There wasn't much he could do about it though since the Knight-Captain had given him explicit orders to be part of the Vanguard, where normally he would enjoy being given the enemy was numerous. His bloodlust demanded attantion as they entered the burrow but his mind returned to the present and protecting Ruinil as he had promised. His sloppiness nearly cost him his own life as the tunnel erupted in Kest Scouts, swarming them from every direction.
One large claw barely missed skewering him then and there, another hit him in the back of the head sending him stumbling as he tried to get to Ruinils side. The sheer numbers blocked every route and left the three further from the group but still in formation. "I trust you, my love. Fight well." He whispered, lunging forward and tackling a scout into the dirt thrashing and biting, Bartucs fist erupted in a fireball of crimson death, launching the nearest insects back against their kin. A moment of respite was all he needed to prepare. 
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His axe and mace in hand he began the assault with Argus. The plan for them had been simple; Kill or cripple. Argus and Bartuc were hands down one of the better choices for destruction en masse, while Landeel was a calm efficient killer with his greatsword. Bartuc worked in unison with the two, charging back and forth to disrupt enemy lines with his particular style of combat. He didn't aim for heads often, focusing on cleaving through legs with savage glee, his hammer cracked their exoskeleton to dust as his arms pumped furiosly in an almost unending cascade of violence. For every scratch he took Bartuc gave another bug a ticket to deaths embrace. Covered in gore, flames burning the putrid blood and body parts that stuck to him, he gave chase. 
Throwing himself at the biggest patches of the filthy creatures he struck with the fury of a giant, bashing Kest left and right or cleaving limbs. Argus proved just as efficient, his molten hammer playing a crucial part of crippling the bugs. Whenever Argus found himself becoming surrounded he found Bartuc ramming his way in, a fiery beacon in the darkness. Landeel was likely not far behind either, putting an end to any creature that tried to retreat or go for 'easier prey'. 
"Form up!" He roared, "Clear a path for the others." All three formed a small wedge and drove through in a whirlwind of molten steel and death. Superficial wounds were the best a scout could do, at least against this group, but Bartuc felt deep down that the fight had only truly begun with the weakest of Kest. The blood and gore would attract bigger foes in time.