[h2][color=8dc73f]Baulder, Catacombs[/color][/h2]

[color=8dc73f]"LIAR LIAR LIAR! SHUT UP! YOU'RE A RUSE! ALL OF YOU VOICES ARE ALWAYS WRONG!"[/color] Baulder yelled (and thought) when he heard something tell him that Tyrael was not real. When Baulder heard the incredibly loud "Waaaaarghhh" it confirmed his suspicions. The Naga had psychomancers, that angered Baulder immensely, [i]you filth will stay out we are our own.[/i] Baulder thought as he began cutting into more hounds. At this point he was wading through knee high corpses and swatting away various sizes of hounds. Some would just jump at him in attempts to bite him but they would bump into other hounds doing the same thing or meat his fist in their throat. His arms were ragged and bloody now but it was hardly slowing him down, his anger was the primary fuel for his suicidal charge towards the naga. However the weight of the bodies hitting him from all directions and the piles of corpses around him had ground his advance to a halt. 

Then something strange even to Baulder happened. John suddenly appeared next to him looking confused. Baulder had not summoned him had he? Never the less Baulder quickly got to work with his demon. [color=8dc73f]"John we fight more yes! KILL. EAT. PUNISH."[/color] John quickly started punching the hounds around him and using the slender bodied animals as weapons against their brethren. Baulder began to feel a warm liquid dripping out of his nose and running down his chin. [i]No time. No time. No time.[/i] He had to keep killing, there were so many hounds. Baulder couldn't think about anything else anymore other than the killing. He was covered head to toe in blood now but not all of it was his. Baulder couldn't help but wonder if he was going to fail Tyrael, was he going to die?

[i]NO![/i] Baulder could feel his head beginning to hurt and suddenly all the rest of the pain in his body ceased and it felt as if he was weightless. His eyes felt like they were bulging out of his head and he could feel his head beat with his heart. He was swinging now with a renewed vigor while all of his pain (except his head) left his body. [i]Kill. Kill. Kill.[/i] Baulder was still stopped and the bodies piling continuously higher around him but he knew that he had to keep going or the wave would engulf him instead of breaking against him. Baulder began laughing but quickly stopped as the taste of his own blood filled his mouth and he decided to keep it shut as he started choking on his own blood.