As Eantu continued to channel the light into his sword, the odd sight of the Forsaken Monk riding a wounded Felhound through the battlefield commanded his gaze for a moment before he shook his head and continued on his task. [i]No. Not saying anything. Just let it go.[/i] He thought to himself as the priest created a barrier around Eantu and herself.

[i]"I will keep the Doom Lord busy! Get to it, Paladin!"[/i]

[i]"That should help us focus on getting this done right."[/i]

Eantu's sword was seemingly blazing with the power of the light. The sword was pulsing with barely controlled power as he stared at the doomguard. "Ready!" He called. The sword was almost too bright to lay eyes on at the moment. The light had empowered it beyond what he had expected. 

Eantu took a deep breath and smiled at the priest who had created the barrier earlier. "I'm going to need a new sword after this." he said simply as he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and using all his strength, he threw the empowered blade at the base of the tower. The more building to fall on the Doomguard, the better.