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"What the..." were the only words Madawc uttered. He was barely awake, kneeling on the inside of his opened sleeping bag. [i]Can't one have just a single night of good sleep...[/i]. The demon-man was far away from being truly prepared for battle: Still blinking, he had not a single piece of his armor put on him. Having a blurred vision, he tried to guess the numer of attackers. The result was shocking, it meant that taking the time to put on his gear would equal letting Xavier become overwhelmed by those... whatever those things were. He had no idea. Alien creatures had been pretty much the bottom line on his list of things he would have expected to happen so close to a main road.

He grabbed his warhammer and charged at the mess that was unfolding before his eyes. Madawc was almost on his bare feet and only wearing thick cloth. It made him lighter and thus faster, an irony if one considered his physique. However, it also meant less protection. So it didn`t take long for him to get bruised and bleeding, but at least it was obvius that Madawc had the upper hand in terms of sheer strength and momentum. This circumstance resulted in an increasing number of crushed skulls and ribcages, but they were far from being safe yet.