[center][h2]To Squash a Swarm[/h2][/center]

When it became apparent that they were not going to need to poke the giant eye barring their way, the Nephilim grew somewhat disheartened. Very rarely did one get to poke a being many times larger than oneself in it's eye and he felt the opportunity should be taken every time it was offered. However, he also knew the value of tact and not dying, both of which he'd used before. When the first bugs started forming up, however, Wrath once more wished he'd thought to ask for a spare ranged weapon before leaving. Even as he stood waiting for the first volley, he wondered if something with some spread for situations like this would be good, but found the train of thought to quickly be lost as he was forced to roll out of the way of a trio of lances before slashing through three beast facsimiles.

Standing all the way back up, he found the others similarly engaged and sighed. Maybe they'd find a good opponent while defending this Wit's End place, but he wasn't sure he should get his hopes up. After several minutes of dodging, clashing and essentially breaking, Wrath noted that Fenn had begun to move towards the eye in an attempt to end things quickly. And, despite knowing that such a thing could get them all killed, he found himself moving to support the hell hound in case the swarms tried to flank him. He followed the path of stones off to the right and kept an eye on the swarm behind himself and Fenn, spinning on occasion to put down constructs that got too close or sliding to avoid lances and other projectiles.

When the swarm behind the hell hound moved ahead of him, Wrath stopped where he was and focused on his pursuers for a moment, unleashing a Cleaving Slice that bought him just enough breathing room to spot Fenn's new opponent. And then he was set upon again, the swarm seeming to move to keep him from interfering. [color=FireBrick][i]Bloody bugs. It'll be too soon if I never see more again.[/i][/color]