Grendrick was now at the mercy of recovering from his being thrown. He had suffered some injuries and now he laid dazed and knocked far from the fight. He was at the entrance of the Dwarven citadel, those Dwarves who had went back to guard the gates were now staring down at the beast that was Grendrick. He writhed for a moment in his hazed sense of reality, while his vision flickered to the foggy scene of the distant fight. However this would not be his end and it would not be his release of this fight. He refused to let his kill, [i]HIS[/i] prey be killed by another. This was one of the driving forces that boiled Grendrick's blood, however something was working at his mind. He was slipping from the conscious world all the while a voice whispered to him.

[center]"Grendrick! Wake up sleepy head! The Children are waiting! The Children Grendrick, the Children!"

"You can't keep them waiting! C'mon, get up and get ready. I will keep them busy until you get the outfit on!"[/center]

The voice was so surreal and yet unbelievable all at once. The world was blanketed into a deaf hum as the voice spoke to him. It whispered and wavered in his ears as they twitched for the origin of the voice. However he grew saddened.. not even angry at first, at the lack of an origin for this voice. It was the voice.. it was [B]HER[/B] voice. It was by far the only voice he cared to hear about at all, as it faded into silence, his sadness deepened and he felt his rage overcome the sadness. His thoughts stemmed into the past of the voice's moment and then it catapulted to the present and his situation. Her situation, his own, and everything in between.. it was all too much for him to bear at this one moment as he was weak for once. He had suffered a moment of ideal weakness in the name of something he had tried so hard to forsaken, but even in these times it holds to his heart.. all he could do was drown in it out with his anger and rage, and that brought him to his feet.

The beast lurked from a moment as it drew up from the ground all the while blood seeped and spilled to the stones below and growling startled the dwarves all around it. Grendrick was shaken but not unfaltering as his vision began to clear and his mind eased into a clarity that revealed the fight in the distance and his injuries. His ribs were broken across both sides, not all of course, but many were in mangles and pieces. One on his left side was a mere centi-meter from his lung, while three on the right side had punctured outward and let blood trail down to the ground. These were combined with a few fractures across his body and the bruises from the throw. However there was the blood of the Skaven on his fur and the air, and the blood of the Rat Ogre filled Grendrick's nostrils more than anything else. He was still on the hunt, and as he surveyed his target he found Sylvia deploying a smart attack to the spine, but it wasn't as well planned as one could hope. A Dagger as small, despite it's sharpness, would never pierce the muscle, tendons, and cartilage of the beast with the ease. The Rat Ogre gave the slightest shake as he felt the dagger hit his skin and caused the blade to slide and sink inbetween the layers of muscle, preventing any spinal damage altogether. However what happened next is what made Grendrick angry, as he was forced to watch the Rat Ogre peel a massive arm back and reach for Sylvia. Grendrick could not allow such things to happen, even if she did avoid the initial arm, the Rat Ogre would not allow her to move far away from him with ease.

The action was quick, but Grendrick had to be quicker, if anything he had to be quicker for himself whether Sylvia mattered to Grendrick or not wasn't important once his feet met the ground. He was now sprinting, once again he was forced to close the distant between himself and his enemies, all the while he could see the party and the enemy. The Magi of his team had the Shaman on his defensive and yet they were prepping to foil his defenses already. Grendrick's half of the team, the more physical half, were putting up a hell of a fight against the now enraged Ogre, but even that managed to barely slow the monstrosity as it attacked towards Sylvia. It would seem Grendrick was too far from the fight, up until his emotions were pushed aside, the sprint was growing shorter as he closed in and from the time of the voices, to now, he had cleared his thoughts of everything. He was finally refocused, and he was ready to make his point entirely.

The wind felt like a dust storm, as it crashed and collided almost instantly, it was intense to be right next to them, but wouldn't be felt more than a few inches away from them both as they collided. Grendrick and the Rat Ogre were now locked together. Grendrick intercepted the Rat Ogre as it had tried to spin and latch Sylvia in one of it's massive hands, but all it found was Grendrick's claw-sinking hands latched around it's own. The two were same the height, and the two were both fierce, but Grendrick now had the key to victory resting within him entirely. He had finally let go, fully let go, and was unrestrained more so than even when he first attacked. He clutched the Rat Ogre with a strength that rivaled the Ogre's own and he held the monster back from attacking his allies, all the while Grendrick's lupine growling voice rang out to those nearby.

[center][b][i]"My. Kill."[/i][/b][/center]